Mating Flight

MATING FLIGHT

Shay Lacy

MATING FLIGHT By

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© copyright January, 2007, Shay Lacy Cover art by Jenny Dixon, © copyright January, 2007 New Concepts Publishing Lake Park, GA 31636 www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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“Everyone is a prisoner of his own experience. No one can eliminate prejudices--just recognize them.” --Edward R. Murrow

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Chapter One The young Averan mother’s eyes were huge with terror. She clutched her small child to the front of her body until it whimpered. The two Averans drew back from us as though we were monsters. This was the strongest fear reaction to humans I’d witnessed since we landed on the planet two months ago. Averans in the capital had grown accustomed to us and no longer flinched at the sight of us. But this excursion was the furthest we’d been from the capital since we arrived. The Averans here had never seen humans before. It was a forceful reminder that they were afraid. Dr. Sheleigh O’Brien stopped typing her observations as one of her orange curls fell forward into her eyes, obscuring the computer screen. She brushed it back, and then returned her hands to the keyboard. But her train of thought had evaporated like morning mist in sunlight. She exhaled a disgruntled breath and frowned. She was a trained anthropologist and should have found a reason for their fear by now. Averans looked so much like humans that the depth of their fear didn’t make sense. She’d found nothing in the Averans’ current society to explain their reactions and, for some inexplicable reason, she’d been unable to learn their history. When she asked questions, she received polite silence. Why couldn’t she concentrate hard enough to find answers? She knew the reason why: Kleet Kryszan, oldest son and heir of the Averan ruler. She’d never felt the desire for another man that she felt for Kleet. Between studying hard for her dual doctorate, then anthropological missions to various planets belonging to Unified Sentient Planets, most of whose species weren’t human, she’d never met a man as magnetic as Kleet. And he was forbidden fruit. Scientists were strongly discouraged from fraternizing with the native population on newly discovered planets like Avera. Too bad she couldn’t seem to keep a clinical detachment about him. As though her thoughts had conjured him, he dangled a piece of orange food in front of her. She followed the long familiar fingers up the masculine arm to gaze at Kleet’s face. Her heart sped up and her breath caught, as it did whenever she saw him. His dark brown hair set off his burnished skin beautifully. His light eyes sparkled with happiness. They reflected whatever he wore. Today they were the warm gray of his neatly pressed shirt. He smiled and she melted inside. “I brought you something,” he cajoled in a smooth baritone that caressed up her spine. “It matches your hair. Open your mouth.” She’d learned to trust his frequent gifts of food. She allowed him to slip the segment between her lips and she chewed the sweetly succulent fruit. It tasted similar to tropical fruits she’d eaten on Earth. “Umm,” she relished the morsel. He smiled at her response and moved around her desk, handing her the rest of the fruit. “I chose the ripest one for you. I thought you’d like it.” He sounded smugly satisfied. Her heart fluttered at the thought that she’d made him feel that way. “You’re going to make me fat with all this food.” It was hard to think with him standing

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so close. He eyed her body, openly hungry, and she grew warm inside. “Never. May I taste it?” “Sure.” She offered him the fruit, but he sampled her lips instead. The kiss electrified her. A sensual jolt shot to her lower body. She savored the taste of his kiss as hungrily as she’d savored the fruit. His kisses had become more frequent and more ardent lately. They were always exciting and usually unexpected. “Umm.” The sound rumbled through their joined lips. His hand slid down her shirt to mold her breast and she jerked. “Easy,” he murmured. She tried to calm her rioting nerves. Her nipple pebbled under his stroking hand. Heat pooled in her loins. His lips moved to her neck to nibble the soft skin there. “When will you give yourself to me?” he invited, not for the first time. A nip on her ear made her gasp. “You know I’ve never given myself to anyone. It has to be right.” But her protest had begun to ring hollow in her ears. “It feels right to me, Shel. Don’t you want me filling you where you ache? Imagine me hot and full inside you, and the pleasure of joining with me. I want to be with you like that.” She groaned with want. His words made her lower body clench and she grew moist between her legs. She might not have physical experience with sex, but her girlfriends and female co-workers had described their love affairs to her for years. She’d collected those tales, mostly from a sociological and anthropological standpoint. She imagined what it would be like, she wanted it, and she wanted to be one with him ... but she remembered the obstacles. She sighed. “I need time.” “I need you, Shel.” “I know. I’m just not ready. We’ve only known each other two months.” And at that, they barely knew one another. “You know enough to let me touch you here.” He stroked her nipple, making her moan. “No man has been here before me. If this intimacy is right for us, then joining together is also right.” He was so compelling when he talked about them making love. She felt like getting naked and letting him come inside her. Her body burned with the desire to be filled with him. She wanted to see him naked and touch his bare flesh, hold it against her own body. He made her weak and mindless with need. In her thirty years she’d never met a man with whom she wanted to share her body intimately. She was beginning to feel ridiculous for still having her chastity in the face of her attraction to Kleet. If only this was Earth and not Avera. “Soon,” she moaned, giving him what he wanted. She’d think about the repercussions later, when she was alone. He kissed her again, crushing her to him. The kiss was possessive and triumphant. She felt a tendril of fear that there was no backing out of it now. She’d just promised to give herself to him. She told her fear to shut up and enjoy the kiss. Kleet was a marvelous kisser. He made her whole body riot, down to her tingling fingertips. She wanted to devour those wonderful lips, drown in them and savor them endlessly. Being close to his hard, warm body was intoxicating. Her skin cried out with joy at touching him. Her breasts savored being pressed against his chest. Her arms clutched him fiercely, wanting, oh, did they want. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, panting. She controlled her instinctive sound of protest. “You’ll be mine,” he declared, and there was a triumphant ring in

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his voice. He pulled away from her slowly, like a caress. “I have to go. I wanted to steal some time with you, and some kisses, of course.” His smile was devilish. “I’m glad you came.” Her voice sounded breathless. He cleared his throat. “You’re going to be at the reception tonight?” It wasn’t really a question. “Of course. Most of my team is going.” “There will be dancing. You’ll dance with me.” Another statement. “I’m supposed to dance with several of the council members and other important people.” He cocked his head and gave her a sardonic look. “Not more important than me.” “No, of course not. But I need to mingle a little. Harrier said the council members were curious about us.” “They are. But you’ll dance many times with me.” “I look forward to it.” A shiver ran through her at the thought of being in his arms again tonight. He kissed her again, and then let her go. “Tonight,” he promised. His eyes sizzled with heat. “Tonight,” she replied. She heard the yearning in her voice. He turned and his long black cape swirled out around him. It trailed him out the door of her office like a tail would follow a proud lion. She sighed. The passionate fog he engendered faded with his lack of proximity. Only his musky scent lingered in the room and clung to her body. She could still taste his kiss on her lips and she touched them with her fingers. His lips were magic. “I see the heir was here again, Sheleigh,” her human colleague, Dr. Marne Vorndran, sneered from the doorway of her office. She snatched her fingers away from her lips and straightened in her chair. Had Marne seen Kleet arrive and followed him to Sheleigh’s office, and then waited until Kleet left to confront her? Her cheeks burned at what Marne might have witnessed. She tried to brazen it out. “What do you want, Marne?” He wore his wavy black hair a little too long and his trousers a little too tight. He would have been handsome except for the way his right lip and nostril pulled up as he sneered. It made one side of his face look like it had melted upwards. “What I want won’t be offered to me. It seems you want it kinky ... well, kinkier than I can be. Kryszan’s not even human, Sheleigh. Are you making a detailed study of his alien genitalia?” “You’re foul.” “Me? I’m not the one doing it with an alien.” “This is his planet. We’re the aliens here. And may I remind you it’s with their reluctant agreement. They’re sentient beings, not animals.” He waved that away with a manicured hand. “The Averans aren’t even as advanced as humans are. They’re sub-human.” “You know they’re not human at all. They’re unclassified humanoids, like many of the species in USP.” Alarm rang through her that Marne might be a closet xenophobe. She’d thought him angry because she’d rebuffed his advances on the trip from Earth, but what if it was more than that? She had to tread carefully. He’d had a spotless reputation before he came on this mission. But if he hated or feared aliens, he could endanger this initial mission to Avera and Unified Sentient Planets (USP) would never be allowed back. The chance to learn about them

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would be forever lost. She’d never learn why they were afraid. “Maybe it’s a power trip for you,” he continued. “He’s the heir to a planet, after all. Maybe you think he’ll marry you and you’ll help rule Avera one day.” She shot to her feet. “Kleet’s a decent man, which is more than I can say about you.” “Hit a sensitive spot, did I?” His cold eyes gleamed. A young woman with cornrows in her hair appeared in the doorway behind Marne. Her skin was the color of heavily creamed coffee. “Excuse me, Dr. Vorndran.” She pushed past him. “Dr. O’Brien, Dr. Barazi wants to see you.” All thoughts of her colleague fled from her mind as she stared at their assistant. “Did he say what it was about, Deveria?” The head of their mission rarely asked to see her. He was content to receive updates at their weekly staff meetings. “No, doctor, but he’d like to see you now.” Sheleigh moved around her desk and tried to pass Marne. “I bet he disapproves of your affair, too. By the way, your shirt’s unbuttoned.” He gave his parting comments and turned on his heel. He strode stiffly to his office two doors down. She shot daggers into his retreating back, wishing one of her thoughts could take physical form and sink deeply into his flesh. He had been spying on her! He must want revenge for her rebuff. She buttoned her shirt quickly, gently cursing Kleet for not being more discreet. She turned to see Deveria waiting expectantly. “I saw that dishy heir leaving here. He’s yummy. You’re dating him?” “No, I’m not dating him.” She and Kleet had never had a date. They managed to get physical well enough in her office or his, or on her field observations. “Really?” Deveria’s gaze dropped to the newly buttoned shirt and back up. “I wouldn’t mind a little inter-species relationship myself. There’s a young man in the next canyon I’d like to get to know a lot better.” “Just be careful, Deveria.” Her assistant gave her a sharp look and stalked away. It was then that Sheleigh realized she wasn’t following her own advice and Deveria knew it. Who was she to advise caution to a passionate young woman like Deveria? Sheleigh was too used to thinking like a virgin. Now she was a hypocrite. She hurried to her superior’s office. “Dr. Barazi, you wanted to see me?” “Come in and close the door.” He gestured her inside his small, cramped office. She did as she was bid, swallowing nervously when she turned to close the door. A closed-door meeting did not bode well. She sat in the chair in front of his desk. Dr. Barazi’s short black hair was perfectly combed, not a hair out of place. The round collar of his tunic buttoned at his throat. The light color made his swarthy complexion even darker. “Are you ready for the reception tonight?” His first question wasn’t what she’d expected. “Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” “You know how important it is for us to make a good impression on the council and the ruler of this planet. After all, we’re here by their grudging permission.” “I know.” Unified Sentient Planets had begged the Averans to allow one tiny scientific group on the planet. “Sheleigh, I’m concerned.” He dropped his dark eyes and straightened his orderly desk with short blunt fingers. Then he looked up again. “I’m not sure that your making a play for the ruler’s son is the impression we want to make.” She felt her face flame and cursed her redheaded complexion. “I’ve made no play for

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Kleet.” “He visits you regularly. I’m told he was just here. Why does he come to you and not to the head of the mission, as is proper?” “I’ve done nothing inappropriate, Dr. Barazi. I assure you.” Dr. Barazi was an astute scientist and she sat under his scrutiny now. “The heir pursues you?” he guessed. She nodded and he sighed. “This complicates things. I could go to his father ... no, that wouldn’t work.” He sprang from his chair and paced the small confines of his office, radiating nervous energy. Sheleigh felt like she was caged with a wild animal. She didn’t know what to say to calm him or what she could safely admit. “The mission is in jeopardy,” he groaned. He stopped suddenly and pointed a thick finger at her. “We’ll send you home. We’ll claim that you’re sick or something.” She shot to her feet as though rocket propelled. “No!” Being sent home in ignominy would mean sure death for her career. No future mission head would ever accept her. She would be blacklisted as an unacceptable risk. The closest she would ever get to anthropology or sociology again would be to teach them to future xenos. No! She had to admit her feelings to save herself. “Kleet’s advances aren’t unwelcome.” Dr. Barazi froze, his black brows drawn together, studying her face. Her cheeks were warm with her infernal blush. “Is that the truth? You’re not just sacrificing yourself for the mission?” “No!” she exclaimed, disgusted by that thought. “The attraction is mutual.” “I see. There won’t be any ... repercussions if his attraction ends? To the mission, I mean.” What else could he have been referring to? “No repercussions.” The way she had it figured, any attraction between them would die a natural death once Kleet satisfied his lust for her and moved on. That’s all there was between them. He was a prince, so there wasn’t any future between the heir to Avera and a xenosociologist/anthropologist from Earth. She wasn’t Cinderella and this wasn’t a fairytale.

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Chapter Two Or was it a fairytale? Sheleigh stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her mouth shaped in an “o” of surprise. Who was this almost pretty woman with a complexion like peaches and cream? Where had the gawky, too-thin girl with the blemished face gone? When had the skeletal face and body filled out? When had her carroty hair mellowed into this luscious melon color? She touched her cheek with a disbelieving hand. This reflection wasn’t a result of how Kleet made her feel. Somewhere and sometime while she’d been studying other civilizations, she’d become a woman with more than passable good looks. Was how she looked now the reason behind first Marne’s and now Kleet’s attraction to her, when men hadn’t given her a second look before? It was something to consider. She turned her attention to her clothing next. She wore her second best outfit, the gold silk tunic and trouser set. The rich color went well with her orange-red hair. She’d confined most of her vexing curls on top of her head in a gold clip and pulled down a few ringlets to soften the look. On her feet was the one pair of strappy dress shoes that fit in her luggage. They were lightweight, like the silk outfit, and took up little room, two musts for space travel. Satisfied with her appearance for the reception, she rode the hydrolift up to the roof of their borrowed apartment complex to meet the others of her group. Water power made it move much faster and more fluidly than any elevator she’d used on Earth. There were no Averans living here while the human mission resided within, so they had the complex to themselves. That seemed odd to her, but Dr. Barazi said it was probably for the best since Averans were nervous about being close to other species. Except for Kleet. Kleet had been stiffly formal when she met him the day the mission landed two and a half months ago. He’d been sent by his father to assess her group and he’d made it a point to speak with each member. He hadn’t seemed nervous about strangers at all. On that day, he hadn’t even singled her out for personal attention. It wasn’t until two weeks later that he’d approached her about being her lover. She’d been shocked and startled, and then she explained her chastity. But instead of deterring him, her status seemed to encourage him. No, he hadn’t been wary of other species at all. He wanted to get as close as possible ... to her. Averans who’d met the humans more than once were outwardly friendly, but they still suffered from a strange reticence. Anomalies like that existed in this society and Kleet’s attentions didn’t help her concentrate on what was odd about this planet’s inhabitants. Dr. Barazi stood with the group xenobiologist, Dr. Sarnia Dorf, by the rooftop landing pad. The large square had been carved out of the mountain top and sealed with some dark material that contained a pearlescent shimmer. The sealant made the pads easily visible from the air. The color of Dr. Barazi’s perfectly pressed dark suit matched his impeccably smooth black hair. Sarnia Dorf was the mother figure of their group, grown thick with age but still straight backed. Dr. Dorf had been a xenobiologist so long that she peered at everyone as though studying a specimen. She turned around and peered at Sheleigh like that now. “Very good color for you, Sheleigh. You and I are precious metals tonight.” Sarnia gestured to her own silver silk dress. With her gray and white hair, she looked very distinguished

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in her outfit. “You look lovely, Sarnia,” Sheleigh commented. “I’ve noticed the Averans respect their elders. I thought I’d make the most of being elder.” She laughed a full-bodied laugh and Sheleigh laughed with her. Dr. Barazi just looked indulgent. The final member of their party hurried from the hydrolift. Dr. Rahwen Suresh was untidy, as usual. He had a complete lack of sense of style and remained pretty much oblivious to anything outside of his field. Sarnia moved to his side and began to straighten his tunic. “Rah, we’re tying to make a good impression tonight.” “Lot of fuss and bother,” he blustered. “Cutting into my work time.” Sheleigh smiled at his comments. All he needed to make him a caricature would be thick glasses. A “wop-wop-wop” sound heralded the arrival of the air transport. Sheleigh held onto her hair while it dropped neatly to the landing pad. She’d never seen air transports like the Averans used and she wished that USP would be allowed to obtain the technology. They looked like insects with their glass bubble fronts that allowed unhindered visibility. The transports came in all sizes and every Averan over a certain age owned at least one. Because a multitude of rivers had carved the planet into an endless warren of crisscrossing canyons, there weren’t any roads. Thus, the only logical method of transportation was by air. She climbed into the six-passenger transport, nodding to the pilot as she did so. She’d flown with this particular pilot many times. This was an official government transport, arranged for by the council. She belted in and took a deep breath in preparation for the wild ride to come. The transport rose smoothly straight up, then zipped forward. It dove into a canyon to the right like a hummingbird darted into flowers. The canyon walls flashed by at an alarming speed and close proximity. Every Averan she’d flown with piloted like this and they loved it. Their faces glowed as they flew and it was hard to capture their attention while the transports were in operation. She’d tried. Pilot and machine appeared to function as one. She’d watched and studied them, but didn’t understand how the young people learned how to fly without splattering their machines against the canyon walls. The Earth expedition was banned from flying any type of air transport because of the danger involved. The setting sun glinted off the glass panes of the residences as the transport flashed past. By USP standards, they were nothing more than primitive caves modified with technological advances. Carved into the top levels of the sheer walled canyons, almost all of them faced south in order to receive light all day long. Primitive people would seek shelter in a southern facing location, but modern people would seek shelter anywhere. The Averans retained their original shelters even after they’d gained technology, and that made no sense to her. Technology hadn’t freed them from their primitive past. How had those primitives gotten up to those high caves in the first place? Technology had made their lives easier, though. A hydrolift ran through the center of each residence or business, from landing pad top all the way down to the river’s edge at the bottom of the canyons. The rivers provided a powerful source of hydroelectric power. The Averans also harnessed solar power with huge arrays of photoelectric panels strategically placed along the cliff tops. So the caves had electricity, an odd form of refrigeration, running water and plumbing, while the insides of the residences were smooth rock walls, floors and ceilings. Steps going to

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the various levels were carved out of the rock. The surfaces and interiors were cool, a relief from the hot outdoors. Sheleigh had ceased to feel claustrophobic as she moved about under tons of rock. Many of the places she’d been, like the council hall, had a very old feel to them. Business offices had a newer feel about them, although they were still carved out of the sides of cliffs. Their transport lined up for a landing and she relaxed. The hairy ride would soon be over and she’d be with Kleet again. Excitement bubbled inside her. They’d never been together in a public arena. They would be unable to conceal the attraction they felt for one another. Maybe Kleet didn’t want to hide what they shared. She should have asked him what he thought, instead of going in blind like this. She couldn’t make assumptions about what he did or didn’t want. Her group’s presence on Avera was too fragile. Blast him for fogging her mind with passion when they should have been talking instead. There were numerous transports landing and disgorging their passengers. It was a wellrehearsed dance of drop, empty, and lift. Soon it was their turn on one of the many landing pads. The government center was a huge flat-topped mountain that contained many levels of government offices, including Kleet’s and his father’s. It also contained the council assembly hall and the huge meeting room where tonight’s reception was to take place. Her group got in line with all the glittering attendees, who were resplendent in their best evening clothes. Their capes were richly and elaborately embroidered and detailed, and many of the females wore jeweled clasps to hold their capes around their necks. Sheleigh had wondered about the meaning of the capes from the moment they’d landed on the planet. Every inhabitant wore one--male and female, adult and child. The men’s were usually dark, the women’s were lighter colored, and the children’s were brightly colored. They covered from neck to below the knees. At first she’d thought them an affectation, until she saw the children wearing them. Later she asked someone to remove his cape and saw the fear in his eyes. That’s when she realized the Averans clung to their capes for a terrifying reason they would not disclose. Fifty feet away there was a scuffle and she craned her neck to see what was going on. Security guards held back several young adults from coming near the reception attendees. The young people wore everyday clothes, not party attire. A sandy-haired young man in the group looked right at her. He shouted, “Share the wealth. Share the power. Hear us aquila mancers. Our time has come.” “What did he say?” she demanded of Dr. Barazi. “I didn’t understand some of those words.” “I’ve never heard them before. They weren’t in the USP tutorial.” The young man shouted his rhetoric again, making the party-goers shy away nervously. Several of them glanced apprehensively at her group. What did the Averans have to fear from the four of them? Did it have something to do with the words she couldn’t understand? She grabbed the middle-aged couple in front of her. “What is he saying?” There was real fear on their faces and the woman moved slightly behind the man. The man answered. “It’s not nice. Very derogatory. I won’t repeat it to you.” Derogatory toward whom? “He said something about wealth. I didn’t realize you had poor people here.” “Not poor. But some people have more material possessions than others.” He turned away, putting his arm around the woman, and they moved forward in line. His answer wasn’t really an answer. If the standard among Averans was to have a certain

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number of material possessions, then persons having less than that number would consider themselves poor or disadvantaged. The shouting stopped mid-word as two burly security guards knocked the protestor down. One pressed a knee into the young man’s back while the other bound his arms behind him. Sheleigh moved slightly in that direction, wanting to talk to the dissidents. A guard blocked her path. “No, madam. Please stay with your group.” “I’m here to observe. I want to hear what that young man has to say.” “You don’t want to hear his foul words. Please move forward. I believe the next hydrolift will hold your group.” Dr. Barazi took hold of her arm in a fierce grip and moved her forward. Sheleigh wanted to know what was going on. “Dr. Barazi,” she spoke softly in English, “something’s going on here. A protestor means there’s an issue to protest. That’s a part of social relations and cultural development, which are two of my fields. You can’t say I don’t have a professional interest in hearing the other side of their dispute.” “We’ve been told to move along. We can’t risk alienating our hosts this soon in our stay. For now, let’s do as we were told.” Sheleigh fumed. Dr. Barazi was in political mode right now and didn’t want to make waves. She wanted to know what the Averans were hiding. Perhaps these dissidents held the answer to the questions that nagged at her about Averan society. Her professional curiosity was like a hound held back from the scent. She wanted to howl her displeasure. Their group did, indeed, fit into the next hydrolift cab, and they descended quickly to the reception hall. The Averans in the cab were subdued. She caught a number of curious glances aimed her group’s way. It wasn’t the first time she’d been on another planet, nor the first time she was the alien in a society, but it was still uncomfortable being treated as an outsider. The hydrolift door opened and spilled its passengers into the corridor outside the reception hall. She’d never been in this hall and she looked around avidly as they waited in line. Exquisite pottery filled a series of glass cases that lined both sides of the corridor. Her palms itched to hold the beautiful pieces in her hands, to study the evolution of their culture through their art. Here was a gold mine of history that had almost as much pull as Kleet did. As though thinking his name conjured him, her move forward in line brought Kleet into view. He looked up and smiled intimately, then turned his attention back to the glittering couple in front of him. She could breathe again once he looked away, and she used the opportunity to study him and his father. They stood side by side, dressed in the finest lightweight fabrics. They wore straight black trousers, tightly woven, and tailored white shirts. Kelfer’s black cape was edged in deep purple, while Kleet’s was black on black. Each of their capes was secured with a clasp of shiny metal. Sheleigh couldn’t discern the design of the clasp from this distance. The men looked handsome and regal. Kelfer was an older version of Kleet. His dark brown hair was liberally salted with gray now, but he had the same proud nose and wide forehead. They were the same height with similar breadth across the shoulders. Kelfer’s eyes were darker than Kleet’s. He had a presence and intensity that were only foreshadowed in his son. Sheleigh thought it came from a lifetime of being first the heir and then the actual ruler of the whole planet. They called him the Avatier, and he held a hereditary position like that of a king. With the backing of the council, he directed the fate of Averans all over the planet. Kleet projected the hope and the promise of the future, the vitality of youth, even though

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he was thirty-five. He was the next generation, filled with incipient power. Robust energy and health glowed in his rugged face. Dark and brooding described him better than classically handsome, but she still found him compellingly attractive. Then she was in front of Kelfer, shaking his hand. “Father, you remember Sheleigh O’Brien,” Kleet introduced her. Suddenly Kelfer’s intense scrutiny sharpened and she felt seared clear through, as though he saw right down to her bones. She tried not to flinch under his probing gaze. What had Kleet told him about her? Had he told his father that he was trying to have an affair with her? Then she was released from the laser-like gaze and she moved in front of Kleet. He clasped her hands in his warm ones and she clutched him almost desperately. She wanted to be reassured, she wanted to be in his arms, she wanted him to kiss her. Her face warmed with a blush at her heated thoughts. Kleet smiled. “Later,” he whispered, and let her go. She moved away from him and only then did she realize that she’d become the focus of many stares. Oh no! She’d been indiscreet and had flaunted their attraction in front of his people and her peers. Mortified at being so brazen in public, she ducked her head. Her embarrassment helped to cool her boiling blood and heated loins. Sarnia took hold of her arm as their group moved further into the room. “I’d heard the heir came to see you often. Now I know why.” She spoke softly so that only Sheleigh could hear. “He’s a lot of man for a woman’s first time.” “I haven’t done anything,” Sheleigh protested. She tried to pull her arm out of Sarnia’s grasp but failed. “But you want to, and so does he. It’s as clear as the nose on your face. Be careful, Sheleigh. I have nothing against inter-species relationships, but we’ve barely begun to study the Averans. You don’t want to get caught in anything you weren’t expecting.” “I’m being cautious,” Sheleigh murmured. “Don’t worry about me.” They moved forward into the milling throng. A passing server gave Sheleigh a slender glass goblet of a pale liquid. She sniffed it discreetly and verified it was wine. She sipped carefully, not wanting to become intoxicated, especially not tonight. It had a tart, refreshing snap to it. She appreciated it more after having traveled to the vineyards to see the wine industry. The vineyards were nestled in the high mountainsides where the Averan sun wasn’t so hot and where it seemed only mountain goats should be able to go. But once again she found Averans prospering in high places. She savored another sip while studying the room. It was a huge cave, a story and a half tall inside. Its walls and ceilings were smooth rock marbled with veins of some gorgeous red ore that sparkled in the light. It needed no additional decoration to make it a spectacular room. There were numerous glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Glassmaking was a booming industry on Avera. One of the council members captured her attention and she was soon absorbed in a discussion of cultural evolution on other planets. She was excited to discuss this topic, hoping her descriptions of other societies would lessen the apprehension Averans felt about other people. She was so wrapped up in her tale of the wonder of Carisi society that she didn’t notice who was standing next to her until she turned slightly. “Kleet. I was just telling councilwoman Verreaux about the culture of the planet Caris,” she told him breathlessly. His presence, combined with the excitement of wooing Averans to universal knowledge, made her feel slightly tipsy. She knew it wasn’t the wine making her feel

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that way. “I can see you’re enjoying yourself. I hate to interrupt, but you promised to dance with me.” Her face warmed a little and her heart beat faster. “Yes, I did.” The councilwoman faded from her view as Kleet pulled her out among the whirling couples. “Kleet, I don’t know your dances,” she realized belatedly. “Just hold onto me and move where I move.” He took her in his arms and began to move. A glide, a swirl, turn, twirl, and glide to the side. After a few moments she realized there was a rhythm to the movements and she began to anticipate which way to move. She was enjoying the press of her body against his through her thin silk. The other couples were holding each other close, but not as close as Kleet held her. In her higher heels her lower body was more closely aligned with his and each twirl allowed him to rub intimately against her. By the end of the first song she was flushed and heated by more than dancing. The musicians launched immediately into another tune and Kleet moved to its equally exuberant rhythm. The musicians played mainly string and wind instruments, and the melodies were exciting and strangely pagan. By the end of the third song she wanted a different kind of dance and rhythm with Kleet. His eyes had darkened and she drowned in them. His face lowered and she thought he was going to kiss her. She had lifted her face before remembering they were in the middle of the reception hall. She turned her head away and looked straight at the Averan liaison to their group, Harrier. He was an older gentleman, a contemporary and friend of Kelfer’s. She flushed and tried to push out of Kleet’s arms. His lips brushed against her ear, part caress, and she shivered. “Later,” he promised in a silken voice. He released her and she moved away from him on shaky legs. At the refreshment table she conversed with a councilman who was interested in commerce. She was frustrated at not being able to answer all of his questions, and he seemed equally frustrated by her lack of knowledge. Her field was science, not industry. She could tell this man how an industry went from infancy to maturity, and generalities about USP trade, but nothing specific. Here was a perfect opportunity for USP, but Averan uneasiness with strangers prevented that opportunity from being utilized. Another council member rescued her and the talk turned to how USP obtained members. While she stressed that belonging to Unified Sentient Planets was voluntary, the Averan did not seem to believe her. “How many species have left your USP?” he insisted. “Why, none. None of the ten species have felt any reason to leave. They’ve found the relationship to be mutually beneficial.” “What if individuals don’t want to belong, but their rulers do?” “USP tries to find out what the majority of the people on a planet think. We investigate before we invite membership, so it’s hard to hide dissent. As a matter of fact, I saw a protestor outside when we landed. Maybe you can help me understand what he was shouting. It was something about ‘aquila mancers,’ I believe.” He stiffened. “Radicals, I assure you. Their number is small and they definitely do not represent mainstream Averan society. Dismiss them.” “But you see, this is exactly what we were discussing, Councilman. There is a division of thought on Avera, but no one will explain the point of contention.” His face grew mottled and he shifted uneasily. Sheleigh began formulating her next

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argument, when a strong arm slipped around her waist. She wasn’t surprised to find Kleet tugging on her. “I want to dance this next song with you.” “I believe the Councilman was going to explain something to me.” “He can explain later. Come.” He tugged harder and she went with him. Half of her wanted to be in his arms anyway. Besides, he could explain more easily than the councilman could. He was the heir, after all. The music was slow and eerily haunting. The notes of the wind instruments circled and rose high on the scale. They were calling, calling out for something or someone. As the song continued and the notes found whoever they’d been searching for, she felt like liquid love flowed through her and her heart soared. She clutched at Kleet as the song became a celebration of love. His arms held her tightly to him, as though he felt the emotion, too. She found the romantic part of her wishing that he was not the heir, that he was just an ordinary man. She would marry someday, and if he was ordinary, he could be her husband. But Kleet was far from ordinary, so an affair was all she could have of him. He nuzzled the side of her face and she made her decision then. If an affair was all they could share, then she wanted it to begin tonight. She wanted to experience as much of him as she could while she was here. She would suspend reality for awhile and pretend that he was just a man, although a man unlike other men in so many ways. She took a breath for courage. “Come home with me tonight,” she whispered. She felt him start, perhaps in surprise. “You’re sure?” His voice was thick and husky. “Yes. I’m yours, beginning tonight.” He crushed her to him. “Shel, you’ve made me so happy. You’ll be as happy as I am. I swear it.” The rest of the evening was a prelude to what was to come later in private. The dancing was intimate and suggestive. The looks were heated and provocative. The touches were barelythere. The promises made by bodies and touches, looks and words, made Sheleigh heavy with desire. She had no idea how she made it through the long evening. She spoke intelligently to many of the council members about many topics. But thoughts of Kleet lay in her subconscious and simmered. She would belong to him.

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Chapter Three The transport departed, quickly swallowed into the black hole of the night. Sheleigh turned to dash through the rain to the hydrolift, but Kleet caught her arm and swung her around to face him. The reception had seemed interminable after she’d delivered her shocking proposition. He’d waited all evening for the privacy of this moment so he could collect on her promise. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Kleet!” she squealed. “We’re getting soaked.” “I don’t care.” He ground his mouth over hers, relishing the feel of her cool lips against his. She made a hungry sound in her throat and he crushed her body against his. He felt her pebbled nipples against his chest through their wet clothing. He wanted her desperately. She’d told him she would give herself to him tonight. His loins ached for the joining, ached to claim her as his own. But he had to be sure she could take his body into hers. He had to get her naked and see if her human physiology was similar to Averan women. If it was, he’d do many things to her body: pleasurable things, carnal things, things to overwhelm the senses. And he’d let her do the same to him. Oh, yes he would. He growled deep in his throat and bent her over his arm. His mouth fastened on one nipple through the wet silk. She groaned. He suckled her nipple until it was hard and taut, then he moved to her other breast and did the same there. It was frustrating and exciting to have her breast in his mouth. Finally he pushed up her shirt and bra and fastened his mouth hungrily on the feast. She gave a long moan. Her hand slid into his hair to hold him at her breast. The rain poured down on them and he sipped the moisture from her naked flesh. She thrust her breasts against him, wanting deeper penetration into his mouth. He wanted penetration, all right, between her legs. He growled in frustration. If he wasn’t careful, he’d take her right here. “We need to get inside.” She seemed bewildered at the loss of his mouth, so he pulled her shirt back down and moved them towards the hydrolift. He held her pressed against his side in the ride down to her apartment, eager to see her body in the light. There was no one in the corridor as they slipped into her apartment, so no awkward explanations were necessary. Once inside he pulled her straight into her bedroom. When he turned on all the lights in the room, she protested. He reeled her to him slowly, eyeing her body with fierce hunger. “I want to see you naked. I’ve dreamed of this for a long time.” She turned into his arms and he kissed her hard. It was a fusion of lips wet from the rain. He slipped his tongue into her sweet mouth and she jerked in his arms. He sought her tongue, stroked it, and she tentatively stroked him back. Then their tongues caressed and they both groaned. He broke the kiss long enough to peel the wet silk over her head. She came after his lips and he let her. She stalked his tongue and he surrendered it. She possessed his mouth and he succumbed. He loved her lips, had loved them from their first kiss over a month ago. Each contact was electrifying, like now. It took all his willpower to part from her lips after each kiss.

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His hands moved to her breasts, which were cool from the wet rain, with tight nipples. They were plump handfuls for his eager hands. He molded and shaped them and made them warm again. She groaned and pressed into his hands. Slowly he backed them to the bed. He released the throat catch of his cape and it fell in a sodden heap to the floor. “Put your hands on my chest, inside my shirt,” he murmured. She was eager and her hands opened his shirt quickly. He groaned as her palms smoothed his skin. Flesh against flesh at last. Without instruction she found his nipples and stroked them. He growled deep in his throat, feeling the burn of desire shoot to his already aroused loins. His cock throbbed, wanting relief and release. He stroked one hand down her ribs, over her abdomen to her mound, and then slipped his hand between her legs. She moaned as he rubbed the sensitive flesh. She needed arousal and he gave it to her. He felt possessive about her flesh. This was his territory to explore and tantalize. She would know who owned it when he was done. And she would own him. A primitive thrill ran through him, thinking about being claimed at last. He’d waited so long. One of her hands mimicked his and slid down to the front of his pants. She rubbed his cock and he thought he would explode. “Careful. Not too much there.” Her caress gentled, but that was almost as bad. She had skillful hands for a virgin. When her hips thrust instinctively against his stroking hand he slipped both his hands in the waist of her pants and peeled them down her hips and off. She stepped out of them, breaking apart from him to do so. It was his first opportunity to see her naked. He looked and savored what he saw. She had high round breasts, firm and beautifully shaped, with pale mauve nipples. Her waist indented pleasingly, her belly was firm and he followed the flesh down to the dark orange curls that covered her mound. She was shaped like an Averan woman. Her loins had to be compatible with his. Gods, he wanted her. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “You’re overdressed,” she retorted. She was nervous. He sought to make her less so. “I have to keep my clothes on or I’ll go too fast for you. You’ll enjoy what I do to you while I’m trapped inside my clothes.” There was interest in her eyes and he went to her. “Lie down. Let me show you how you please me.” He lay down on the bed beside her. He reached out to stroke her breast, liking the satin feel of it. The nipple peaked, begging for his mouth. “I know you’re nervous. Why don’t you close your eyes and just feel? It will heighten the sensations,” he encouraged. “All right.” Her eyelids slid closed and he relaxed a little. He leaned over her and put his mouth on the pouty nipple. She gasped. He suckled, enjoying the feel of the firm nub in his mouth. Possessiveness surged through him. She was his. This breast was his. He moved onto her body and his hand slid to her other breast. She groaned. He tweaked the nipple, arousing it mercilessly. He rubbed it until it was firmly swelled. Then he sucked it. She groaned again and pushed her chest upwards into his face. He took her breast deeper into his mouth, sucking greedily. He aroused her breasts with hands and mouth. Then he slid downward, keeping a hand on one breast. He kissed her navel, and explored her flat belly with his tongue. As the haze of pleasure threatened to engulf him, he knew he could wait no longer. He slipped between her legs and spread them wide.

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Her eyes flew open. Her face showed a nervous anxiety. She needed soothing. He smoothed his palms over her loins and spread thighs. “Let me look at you and see how beautiful you are. Lie back, close your eyes and just feel. I won’t hurt you.” She sank back into the pillow and closed her eyes. When he was sure she wasn’t looking, he studied the anatomy between her legs. She looked a lot like Averan women, but with some interesting folds. He opened those folds and caressed inside them. He found the opening to her vagina and circled his finger around it. It was smaller than he was used to in his limited experience--it would be a tight fit. His cock throbbed, wanting to be inside her. He dipped a finger into the tightness and she gasped. It was very tight. He pushed his finger in deeper, and then circled the mouth of the opening with the wet finger. Over and over he dipped and circled. The radius of the circle widened as he searched for her pleasure center. When he hit a firm knot where her legs joined and she jolted, he knew he’d found it. He lowered his face and touched his tongue to the knot, licking as she jerked and writhed, intent on giving her pleasure. His other hand joined the first between her legs and he pushed two fingers into her. She groaned and thrust upward. In and out the fingers slid until he could push a third finger in as well. He licked the pleasure knot while his fingers imitated sex, picturing his cock where his fingers were. He was on fire to be inside her, but he controlled his urge to thrust while she bucked and writhed. Her body took all he had to give and still wanted more. The need to claim her roared through his veins. He transmitted that need to her through his hands and tongue. Suddenly she bucked violently and screamed. Her body squeezed his fingers rhythmically and his heart soared with joy. He could mate with her! He soothed her when she was spent, petting her sex possessively. His cock would be next to cause her joy inside. His hands were on his trouser fastenings before he could rein in his lust. Then sanity prevailed. This was not the proper place. He climbed off the bed and took hold of her hand. Her eyes opened on darkly sated pupils. “That was wonderful,” she purred. “I have something even more wonderful for you.” She reached her hand to the swollen bulge in his trousers but he blocked it. “You’re giving me a precious gift and I want the giving of that gift to be perfect. The sunrise on Avera is spectacular. I want to receive your gift as the sun rises. It will be symbolic, Shel, the dawning of a new day, and the beginning of a new relationship between us. Will you give yourself to me at dawn?” This was so important. She couldn’t refuse. She gave him a come-hither look. “What about right now?” He swallowed. Should he tell her the truth? Would it really sway her? No, he couldn’t risk it. “I’ve given you a taste of what’s to come. The rest has to be in the proper setting. Most Averans consider the giving of a woman’s chastity to be an important step, to be honored and celebrated. Say you’ll come to the cliffs to watch the dawn as I join myself to you. Please, Sheleigh.” She studied his face and finally nodded. “All right.” He sagged with relief. “I’ll send a transport for you before dawn. They’ll take you to a particularly beautiful spot. I’ll meet you there.” He backed to his cape and donned it in a soggy swirl. He had to leave swiftly before he lost all control. “Wait!” She sat up in bed, a naked goddess with a well-loved body. He fought his base desire to claim her now. It had to be the cliffs. “Aren’t you going to stay?” “I need to make some arrangements. It’s only for a few hours, Shel. Then I’ll make you mine.” Unable to stop himself, he stepped forward and kissed her deeply. Soon, the thought beat

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in his mind. He broke the kiss reluctantly. “Be ready at 0530.” “Yes.” He turned and fled. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, leaving Sheleigh unclaimed. If only he could have taken her to the cliffs first, she’d be his already. He should have told her the truth, or at least warned her. She might be angry afterwards. Sheleigh didn’t like secrets. It was too bad he had so many of them. Their joining couldn’t happen soon enough. Once they were joined she’d have to forgive him. **** The rain had stopped and the sky was clear once again as Sheleigh waited in the circle of light beside the landing pad just before 0530. She waited for her fate, she thought fatalistically. She’d barely slept after Kleet left. True, he’d given her her first orgasm, but she’d been expecting to join her body to his. She felt unfulfilled. Her body had still been aroused. Her breasts had tingled and between her legs had burned from her first penetration, even though she was still a virgin. Kleet had given her an astounding orgasm, but had asked nothing for himself. He hadn’t even undressed. What kind of man held back like that? Perhaps Averan men did. He’d said the giving of chastity had to be in the proper setting. He didn’t plan to hold back when the sun rose, which he considered to be the perfect setting. Then why had he come home with her last night? It made no sense, since he’d planned to bed her. She’d had plenty of opportunity to change her mind. She could have contacted him and called it off. She still had time to tell him no. But the die was cast and she was resolved to it. She’d never felt what she felt for Kleet, the mind-numbing attraction. When she’d been naked under him it had felt absolutely right. The feeling of rightness had been so overwhelming that she had to have the promised consummation. She had to finish becoming a part of him. Would she be heart whole when their affair ended? Already she knew she would give him everything she was. She would become subsumed in him. She didn’t understand how other women went from man to man unscathed and unaffected. She sensed that Kleet would affect her deeply. Obviously she didn’t give herself easily, and most likely this was the reason why. Kleet was the only man she’d ever met who she thought would take her gift of self as seriously as she would give it. The sound of the arriving air transport echoed in the darkness. It sat down gently in her pool of light. She recognized Kleet’s personal guards, but not the others who exited and walked off towards the hydrolift. One of Kleet’s guards helped her into the transport. She swallowed. “Where’s Kleet?” “We’re meeting the heir. He said to hurry.” Sheleigh blushed. The guards knew what was going on. She wondered if they’d brought other women to Kleet this way. That thought made her chest hurt. She didn’t want to be the next in a series of affairs, even if he took each liaison seriously. She didn’t even have time to get nervous over the flight because she was so involved with her own thoughts. The darkness helped hide the closeness of the cliffs. Before she was really ready the transport set down. Kleet opened the door and pulled her out by the hand. Her body went haywire at his touch, and she almost missed what he said to the guards. “Everything’s arranged?” “Yes, my lord.” “Good. Pick us up about thirty minutes after sunrise.” “Yes, my lord.”

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The transport door closed and Kleet pulled her away from it. As they moved out of sight around the cliff side, it took off again, the noise fading quickly into the night. Then they were alone in the pre-dawn with only Kleet’s small hand light to light the way. In a few moments the light shown on blankets spread on the ground. Not exactly romantic, but their meaning was unmistakable. A bed for a bedding. **** Kleet turned off the hand light and she could see the sky had begun to lighten in the east. “The dawn will show us what we need to see.” His voice was a velvet caress. His arms enfolded her and she wrapped hers around him under his thick cape. It had a furred lining, very soft to the touch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Sheleigh.” His lips sought hers before she could answer. She eagerly accepted his kiss, impatient to take the most important step of her life so far. His lips were warm and hungry, but not as greedy as hers. Every bit of intimacy she’d given him, from their very first kiss, had felt right. Everything he’d given her, from the touch of his lips to the touches between her legs earlier tonight, had felt right. The heated bulge pressing against her belly felt right. His hand caressed down her back to her buttocks. He pressed her loins against that bulge. “Mmm.” She made savoring noises against his lips. She pushed against him again and made him groan. His other hand moved around to her chest and slid beneath her shirt. She sucked in her breath. He used the space to slide his hand to her breast. His fingers rubbed across the nipple, back and forth. It took only that movement to make her breasts swell and her nipples tighten. “You like that,” he murmured. “Do it again,” she encouraged. She pressed against his cock to arouse him. He growled, “I want to be naked with you.” “I want that, too.” He unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off, dropping it to the blanket. Her nipples pebbled further in the slightly chilled air. Her trousers and underwear followed, landing next to her shirt on the blanket. Her hand crept to the front of his pants to stroke him gently. He growled, “Open my pants.” She fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings, making him groan further. Finally his trousers were open and she slid her hand inside. His cock was swollen and heated, silky flesh over hard strength. She learned him and he groaned hungrily. His cock was thick and long. He nibbled her ear. “Free me, Shel.” She slipped her hands into the waistband of his trousers and pushed them off his hips. His butt felt smooth and muscular under her hands as she slid his pants off. He kicked out of them. She touched his cock, and then held it between both hands. She caressed to his testicles, exploring their heaviness. He thrust into her hands. His fingers stroked the folds between her legs, as she stroked him. She wanted his cock inside her where it belonged. She made hungry sounds until his lips covered hers and stopped her sounds of need. She plunged her tongue into his mouth to mate with his and his response was immediate. His tongue simulated the stroking going on between her legs. The sky had lightened enough that she could see his outline. She removed his shirt and ran her hands up his muscular chest. It was hard as a rock, covered by warm, smooth skin. He stood proudly naked as she explored him.

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“Come see the dawn with me, Shel.” He pulled her with him to the cliff edge. There she stood with her back pressed against his warm chest, his arms across her stomach. The first rosy tentacles of the sun peeped over the side of the far cliff half a mile away as he slid his cock between her legs. She welcomed him there, thinking he would take her now. But to her surprise he simply remained between her legs. She felt the warmth of the Averan sun touch her face and little stirrings of air current in the canyon below her bare feet. “This is how it all begins,” he said huskily. “This custom has been handed down from generation to generation. From the cliff edge we know what we are as Averans. Shall we give ourselves to the wind, Shel? Will you give yourself to me in the ancient way?” His words meant nothing to her, except she knew he was asking for permission to join his body to hers. “Yes, I give myself to you.” The sun leaped fully over the cliff edge and with its arrival Kleet took hold of her waist with both hands. She braced herself for his penetration. But she wasn’t prepared when he jumped with her into the air. Suddenly there was nothing under her but a bottomless chasm. Even her scream rose above her as she fell.

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Chapter Four Sheleigh threw her hands out futilely to stop her fall. What had Kleet done? Why? Why me, echoed in her mind. A black terror rose to engulf her and she screamed. Strong fingers gripped her waist and she gave a startled shriek. “Spread your legs, Shel,” Kleet shouted against the rush of the wind. “We’re going to die!” “No, we’re not.” He bumped against her back, and then his hands spread her legs wide. His cock probed for entrance to her body. His hands clamped roughly on her shoulders. He didn’t think they were going to have sex before they died, did he? “What ...?” Kleet thrust hard and deep into her, breaching her maidenhead with a single stroke, and her question became a scream of pain. Her vaginal muscles fought the impalement, and she fought for breath. He withdrew slightly, and she prepared herself for more pain. He thrust again, but there was only pleasure this time. His hands on her shoulders forced her body into his hot thrusts while the wind whipped coolly across her breasts. She wished she could enjoy what she’d wanted for weeks, but they were plummeting to their deaths. One of his hands moved to her breast to tease each of the taut nipples into hardened nubs. “Kleet, stop it! We’re going to die!” “No, the mating flight is tradition on Avera,” he said into her ear. “I’ll explain on the ground. We must finish the mating.” “Kleet ...” Her protest died as he moved strongly inside her, thrusting over and over until her lower body throbbed with hungry need. She knew what she needed--she needed orgasm. But her fear prevented complete arousal. She’d never parachuted, bungee jumped or hang glided, so she didn’t know to do anything other than fall through the cutting air. She was helplessly spread-eagled for his handling and he took advantage of it. His hand moved between her widespread legs and there his skilled fingers found and worked her clitoris as he’d done last night. He was ruthless in making her body hunger for him. She cried out in desperation for his next plunge inside her. She couldn’t get close enough to him. He wasn’t deep enough inside her. “Hurry, Shel!” he urged her. His hands and cock worked their mind-numbing magic on her body. He tormented between her legs while his cock tormented her womb with sensual jabs and tantalizing brushes. His skill was too overpowering for a newly-breached neophyte like her. Her body exploded with a climax that filled her senses. She cried out as she tried to absorb his essence into her soul. He poured his life force into her while he gripped her shoulders so hard she knew she’d have bruises there. Kleet’s arms came around her and he nuzzled the side of her face. Time seemed to slow, or maybe her mind had slowed under his sensual assault, because it seemed the ground didn’t rush at them so fast. “Put your arms over mine, Sheleigh.” “The ground!” she screamed belatedly as her senses cleared at last. She saw her death approaching her at what seemed like light speed.

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“Do as I say!” he ordered fiercely, and then gentled his tone. “We won’t hit the ground.” Sheleigh gave herself up to his ridiculous instructions, because what did it matter now? She gripped his arms tightly. The sensation of falling lessened and finally stopped. There was a large swishing sound she couldn’t identify. She looked down to see the ground a foot below her feet, which were dangling in the air. All of her weight rested on Kleet’s arms. How was he keeping them in the air? Then for a moment she knew Kleet’s feet must be on the ground, because all of her weight impaled her deeply on his cock. She groaned at the exquisite pleasure. Then he lifted her from his body and her feet gently touched the ground. She would have collapsed except for Kleet’s arms sustaining her. “Easy,” he soothed. “You need time to regain your earth senses after a mating flight.” As her overworked senses slowed and then stopped whirling, she realized that since Kleet’s body had left hers she was empty and throbbing between her legs. She whirled to confront him. “Are you crazy? Why did you throw me over the cliff like that? I thought I was going to die. How did we survive?” “You weren’t in any danger. It’s an honor to give your maiden virtue in a mating flight. Two future mates pit themselves against the elements to show how strong they are. The power of their mating shows how strong their bond will be. The mating flight tests their ability to fly ...” “Fly?” Her voice cracked in surprise. “You can fly?” “Of course. What else are wings for?” “Wings?” she asked weakly, and then she noticed a dark outline against his shoulders and arms. Oh my God! “Most Averans are winged, but we can talk about that later. By tradition, I’m to mate with you once more now that we’re earthbound. Will you lie down with me on the earth?” “I think I’ve had enough for my first time.” What have I done? “Sheleigh, don’t you understand that you’re my permanent mate now, for life? That’s what the mating flight is for, to bind a man and woman together as mates.” She gasped. “I never agreed to be your mate. You know I have no plans to stay on your planet permanently. Why would you believe otherwise?” “You’re a perfect match for me, Sheleigh. You’re strong, intelligent, inquisitive ... and your body fits mine perfectly.” That was all the warning she had before her nude body was pressed tightly to his. Her breasts pushed into his lightly furred chest, where the still-taut nipples were abraded by his chest hair. He was almost a head taller than she was, much broader across the chest and shoulders with finely sculpted muscles under the taut skin. He exuded a musky scent, part male, part sweat, but not offensive to her nose. His erect penis pushed eagerly into her belly. The man definitely had stamina! His warm muscular thighs pressed against hers and she felt a liquid melting sensation inside and was stunned by it. She wanted more of his thrusting. After the pain of deflowering had subsided, being filled over and over again with his pounding essence had been highly pleasurable. What would it be like to make love with him face to face, to be wet with arousal and lost in a pounding rhythm as old as time? She quelled her traitorous thoughts, although it was difficult, and raised her hands to push him away. But her hands brushed across warm skin over smooth muscle and she found it hard not to caress his body.

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Her eyes rose to his, and she was honest enough with herself to know they held both plea and denial for him to see. How could they not show the desire she felt when her lower body was pressed so tightly to his? His head lowered to hers. She wanted to taste him, to experience his kiss just once more before turning him down, and so she allowed his lips to touch hers. But she wasn’t prepared for the jolt of electricity and excitement that seared her body and aroused her sex with a vengeance. His lips were warm, moist and familiar. They sealed to hers and she fed hungrily upon them. He had kissed her many times before, but never with the possessiveness that he used now. She felt owned, branded, taken and conquered. She tilted her head to the side to deepen the contact with his fabulous lips. Her hands moved around his back to bring him closer. The hungry “piggy” grunts coming from her throat startled her. His hard arms closed tightly around her. A deep satisfied hum rumbled from his throat and she felt it through his chest. He wasn’t unaffected by the kiss. The world tilted and she thought absurdly of something one of her friends had told her about her reaction to a man. The friend had said, “I felt the earth move.” At the time Sheleigh hadn’t put credence into her friend’s words, but now she did. When she felt hard ground against her back, she knew that Kleet had lowered them to the earth. The earth itself hadn’t moved. His heavy male weight felt good on her, hard where she was soft. The insistent prod of his penis between her legs, coaxing them to open almost against her will, didn’t alarm her as much as it should have. She experienced only slight discomfort as his full cock slid into her vagina and she arched against him. She was totally absorbed in the wonder of his kiss. Only when her groping hands found the bones protruding from high on his back, and she opened her eyes to see wings the exact shade of his dark hair extended outward, did she balk. She wrenched her lips from his, ignoring the sense of dislocation and loneliness she felt once she was parted from them. She tried to push him away from her, but he was imbedded deeply in her and moving strongly. This man was no man at all, but an alien! “Kleet, stop!” she demanded. She pushed futilely against his muscular body. A hard thrust made her gasp and instinctively arch her pelvis to deepen his penetration. “Kleet!” she complained again. She tried to control her body’s reactions to his sensual invasion. It was an alien invasion, she reminded herself. “Kleet, you’re not human. I can’t do this with a non-human.” Another deep, deep penetration made her words end on a groan of pleasure. “You’re the alien here, Sheleigh. Your physiology is different than ours ... except for here.” Kleet drove hard into her again and again, and she found her arousal ratcheting higher and higher towards the climax she wanted badly. Of their own volition, her legs wrapped around his back under his wings, opening herself for his deeper thrusts. Her inner muscles clenched around his pistoning cock, while the head of his shaft stimulated her overly-sensitized inner tissues. The pleasure bordered on pain. She wanted it to stop--but more, she wanted the ‘little death’ he could give her. She strained desperately against him, her body pressed so tightly to his in her seeking that she was almost a part of him. And she wanted to be a part of him, she realized with amazement. “That’s right, Shel. Go with what’s happening.” It was a masculine rumble of approval, and she wondered what he was approving. She marveled again at his stamina and at her ability to accept the sensual pounding she

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was taking. She was on the verge of climax, but couldn’t seem to push herself over the edge. Her vagina throbbed and she didn’t see how she could last much longer under his sensual assault. One of his hands slid between her legs and caressed her exposed clitoris. Pleasure jolted through her sex to her womb. Her body arched to press hard into his as orgasm swept her over the edge of the precipice. Once again she found herself flying through the air with Kleet at her back, both spreadeagled to ride the thermals in the canyon. He was deeply imbedded in her as they rode the mating flight with joy and the ecstasy of freedom and climax. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. It suffused her entire body and colored her mind with a rainbow of hues. She clutched after it as it faded, not wanting to lose it. She felt the hard ground under her once again and the heavy weight of Kleet on top of her. His breathing was harsh. “I claim you as my mate, Sheleigh,” he managed to gasp. “No,” she refused weakly. “You flew the mating flight with me, both physically and just now in your mind. Only a mate can do that, and you’ve clearly shown that you’re mine. We’ll fly often, from the cliffs and like we did just now. We’ll have a long and happy life together.” He nuzzled her neck and she felt the need to protest his assertions. “I can’t be your mate, Kleet. I barely know you.” He lifted his head to look at her and framed her face with his palms. “Our matings have sealed you to me. The mating flight joined your body to mine as my mate. This mating joined your mind to my mind for communion of thought. Now you’re able to fly mating flights without leaving the ground. Your heart has been touched, although you hold it away from me now, but in time it will be opened to me too.” “I don’t feel any differently.” That was true if she didn’t count the discomfort between her legs. “Let me show you. Wait here.” Kleet slipped his body out of hers and she felt terribly empty. He rose smoothly to his feet and pulled her to hers. Then he turned and walked away from her. Sheleigh saw his wings fully for the first time. They were brownish black, like his hair, and extended from his shoulders to below his knees. They folded sleekly to the vertical line of his body, the large feathers running in a vertical line as well. The wings parted just below his spine so that she caught glimpses of his taut round buttocks as he walked away. He had a fluid stride on long, smoothly muscular legs. He was a fine specimen of a man, if you overlooked his wings. What had she gotten herself into? She’d only wanted an intense affair with him, not to be mated to him. She had no other lover to compare him with, but she knew he must be a fabulous lover. Her throbbing body was adequate witness to his sexual prowess. He was handsome, intelligent, and concerned for his people and his planet. He was curious about other species and other worlds. He had strength in body, mind, will and character. He was heir to the ruling seat of his planet. A woman couldn’t ask for a better potential mate. But those wings ... Those wings were one of the answers to the anomaly of Averan society. It answered why they lived up high, why their herds and crops were raised high in the mountains, why they flew machines as though born to it. Because they were born to fly.

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Chapter Five A flying species! Unified Sentient Planets had no members like it. Excitement ensnared Sheleigh as answers tumbled in her brain in response to her pressing questions about Averans. She was yanked out of her preoccupation by a wrenching pull. She looked down, expecting to see Kleet’s hand on her arm, but there was no one beside her. Then she realized the pull was on a cellular level--a mating bond! It was a rare species in USP that bonded mates together, making them two halves of a whole. She’d studied the ones that could bond: the Bonwee, the Grimari and the Felisians. Cross-species bondings were rarer than that, and never happened to humans. But in all cases, those mates became part of one another during a sexual bonding ritual. Oh, God, Kleet had told her the truth! Sheleigh became aware of her isolation and her nakedness. Searching desperately, she located Kleet nearly two hundred meters away. The pull came from him! She fought it and the feeling of neediness it engendered in her. But he continued to stride away from her and she didn’t want the separation between them. Seemingly of its own volition, her arm raised toward his retreating form and her fingers extended. But whether it was to reach out to touch him or entreat him to return she couldn’t say. Her other arm rose to him and she began to whimper quietly. Don’t go, her mind screamed silently, but she was afraid to voice the words aloud. What had Kleet done to her? A mating bond was one thing, but this … she’d never heard of anything like this. She could accept a mating bond eventually … but being physically tied to Kleet? A terrible loneliness and desperate yearning for him consumed her. Finally, she couldn’t stand the feeling anymore. “Kleet!” Her shout held entreaty, desperation and despair. She winced at the sound of it. He stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Yes, Sheleigh?” His tone, echoing off the canyon walls, sounded bored. How arrogant! She swore she wouldn’t beg him. She gnashed her teeth in frustration. He took another step away from her, and her defenses crumbled. “Kleet, come back!” she shouted. He spun on his heel and was by her side in moments, his wings mantling in agitation. To his credit there was no smug look on his face. He simply gathered her nude form against his own bareness and accepted her clutching hands without a word. He lowered his lips to hers and once again she felt joined with him. She savored his taste and warmth and gave a little hum of pleasure. He moved his lips across her cheek to her temple, then to her ear to nibble and finally to her neck to kiss and lick. “Do you want me inside you again? We have time.” She could feel the evidence of his eager desire, but she was very sore from the two previous matings and she admitted as much to him. “I don’t think I can. I’m sore already.” “I can be gentle, although it’s hard for me to hold back once I’m inside you. Knowing that you’re my mate is a prod to my libido.” “We have a lot of things we need to discuss. Maybe we should talk instead.” “I’d prefer to talk while I’m inside you.” Leading her to a low, flat boulder, he sat down first, but when she would have sat next to him he urged her onto his lap. At her protest he assured her, “I’ll be gentle.”

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He guided her slowly down onto his erect penis. She made a small sound of discomfort at the initial entry, but when he was seated to the hilt she sighed with relief and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He wrapped her tightly in his arms. “You’re my mate, Sheleigh. I chose you and my parents approved of my choice.” “They did? They know what you’ve done to me today?” Her voice rose in incredulity. “Yes, they did, and of course they know about the mating flight. It was how they were mated and how I was conceived. They would have preferred an Averan mate, a winged one would have been their first choice, but they saw the strength in you. When I argued for you as my mate, they saw the logic in my arguments. They’ll accept you into their family without hesitation.” “I barely know you,” she protested again. “We have years to get to know one another. It was important that we bond first and begin a mating relationship. Everything else will be easier now that we’re permanently joined.” “I have to be able to go more than a few hundred meters away from you. I have my work to do. It’s important that I finish it.” “We’ll learn to tolerate small separations of space and time, but for the first few months of being mates we won’t be able to be very far apart. This is how Averan family units are made. The man and the woman become partners in everything until they are a strong pair, able to protect and hold their family together. Our society is only as strong as our family units.” “But my work can’t wait months.” “Then your work will have to come to you. You know that as my father’s heir I must be in the government hall each day.” Sheleigh looked away from him in frustration. “You’re making me a prisoner.” “No, you’ll still have your work and soon you’ll have my heir to take care of.” Her head snapped around to glare at him. “I’m not ready to have children yet. I want to wait a few more years.” “That’s not a choice for you. A mating flight is almost always fertile. Our family physician will examine you to confirm a pregnancy when we return.” She sputtered in her outrage. “How could you do this to me? We’ll have to hope we had one of the unfertile mating flights.” “If it wasn’t fertile you’ll conceive some time in the next few weeks.” “If I’m not already pregnant I’ll begin using a birth control implant.” “You will not!” he thundered, then tried to temper his tone. “It’s the way things are done here that new mates bear fruit within the first year. You must learn to abide by our ways now that you’re one of us.” “I won’t stop being who I am or thinking my own thoughts just because you chained me to you.” Sheleigh was defiant in defeat. Kleet cupped her face between his palms. “I chose you knowing who and what you are. No one is asking you to change who you are, just to adhere to the rules of this society. You’ve been happy here on Avera, haven’t you?” “Yes. But I hadn’t planned to stay here, Kleet. I have parents and siblings and other relations at home. I never planned to leave them forever.” “You can still communicate with them often.” “It won’t be the same.” “We’ll have a family of our own soon. I’m hopeful that you’re carrying my heir right now. A baby of your own will make you miss your family less.”

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“That’s not helping.” She glared at him for bringing up the sore subject of pregnancy. Although to be fair, she had done nothing to prevent pregnancy. The events of the night and morning had made her forget to visit the human pharmaceutical supply. “Maybe this will help.” He took her lips and she was lost in the whirlwind of pleasure and feeling. His hands moved to her breasts to touch her tender nipples and she drew in her breath, which served to thrust her nipples into his hands. He fingered her nipples expertly, rubbing the straining tips with just the right amount of pressure. Pleasure streaked to her loins, causing her to clench around his cock. They both groaned. “Move on me, Shel,” he murmured, and then he took her mouth fiercely again. His hands unlocked her ankles from his back and helped to get her knees under her so that she had leverage in his lap to move up and down on him. Then his hands returned to her nipples. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, and then rose up again while she endured the sensual friction inside. Up, down, up, down. She gasped for breath and strained for release. Her nipples were on fire with arousal, swollen from his handling. She wanted the pleasure to go on, but knew the end had to come soon. As though she had communicated her need to him, one of Kleet’s hands slid down between her spread thighs to rub hard against her clitoris. It was too much for her, and she leaped into the chasm of pleasure. Once again she and Kleet were locked in the pleasure of the mating flight, soaring together while their connected loins convulsed. It was a perfect flight. Slowly she sank back into her body to find herself locked tightly in Kleet’s arms. He gasped for breath, his face was flushed and his body was sheened with sweat. He watched her as she studied him. “How much time do we have left?” she asked him. “Not long. I don’t think I can mate with you again so soon, though,” he added, smiling. Sheleigh remained serious. “You should have asked me if I wanted to be your mate before you did something so drastic. You should have been gentler the first time. You hurt me.” “Mating flights are often aggressive to the point of violence. They have to be in order to achieve penetration against the force of the air current. That’s how the mates prove their strength. The breaching of a woman’s maiden virtue is a forceful action, and I probably used too more force on you because I wanted to breach you quickly. You’re smaller than Averan women, between your legs, but I’m sure you’ll grow used to the way I enter you during a mating flight.” “You haven’t addressed that fact that you didn’t ask me to be your mate. I would have preferred being given a choice in my fate.” She tried to separate herself from him, but he held her fast. “I think you would have refused me if I’d asked, even though you wanted me.” “Yes, I would have refused. I don’t know you well enough to be your mate.” “Then I’m glad I didn’t ask. To have been denied the wonder we shared today would have been a travesty. To have gone without you as my mate for much longer would have been intolerable.” “Why couldn’t you have told me you were interested in me that way? I thought you wanted an affair, not this.” “Once the idea occurred to me that you should be my mate, I needed to fly you. I couldn’t have had you any other way. No affair for you. It had to be a mating flight. And it had to be now.” “Why? I don’t understand.” “You’re mine, Sheleigh. Why should I have had to wait to claim you? You’ve chained

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my heart. Why shouldn’t you be chained in return?” “Your heart?” she exclaimed, enthralled and appalled. “Are you saying you love me?” “Of course. What do you think we’re doing her? I’m consumed by thoughts of you. I have been for months. I can hardly breathe when I’m in the same room with you. I devour the sight of you. I feel empty inside when we’re apart. Of course I love you.” “Oh, Kleet, I didn’t know.” She wished she could say the same thing to him, but she was so confused. She lusted after him, she liked and respected him a lot, but love him? She just didn’t know. Sheleigh heard the heavy footsteps of a group of people. Remembering that she was stark naked, she leaped from Kleet’s lap and her gaze darted about, searching desperately for cover. “You don’t have to hide, Sheleigh. The guards will expect you to be naked.” “I’m not a peep show to be leered at.” “They won’t leer at my mate. Come here and stand proudly by my side. You have nothing to be ashamed of. The mating flight is a revered part of our traditions.” “I can’t. I was taught modesty and to be clothed in front of strangers. I can’t follow your traditions.” She took refuge behind a tall boulder, despite his calling her name. This planet had some strange customs. She heard the guards approach Kleet. “Where is your mate, my lord?” “Her ways are different than ours. She didn’t want you to see her naked. Let me have her clothes.” “My lord, we mean no disrespect, but her absence by your side throws doubt on the mating flight. A newly breached mate displays her status openly before witnesses.” “Sheleigh,” Kleet shouted, but she refused to answer him. Let him wonder where she was. Better that than to bring the guards to view her nudity. Witnesses, ha. “Sheleigh, come here.” Exasperation crept into his voice. How rudely sexist! He thought she should jump when he said jump, even though she had already explained her objections. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She heard his sound of exasperation. “Here, give me those.” That must have been directed at the guard. Moments later he appeared around the boulder and threw her clothes at her. She set her face mutinously as she quickly pulled on her things. “What are you trying to do, impugn my reputation?” he demanded. “Or is it your intention to throw doubt on our status as mates?” Sheleigh reacted to his tone with one of her own. “I’m going to teach you a new word today. It’s ‘chauvinist.’ ” “And what does it mean?” “A chauvinist is a man who expects women to jump quickly to obey his every command. A chauvinist belittles what a woman wants or thinks. A chauvinist thinks females are less than he is.” Now that she was dressed she felt strong again and able to fight for what she wanted. “I don’t think I would like your planet. I think things go on there that would horrify me.” “There are things that happened to me today that horrified me.” “I’m not that word, whatever it was. I don’t think you’re lesser than I am because you’re female.” She imitated his earlier words in a degrading tone. “ ‘Sheleigh, come here.’ I might as well have been a trained pet. Why won’t you put your clothes on?” “Please come and stand by my side so that the guards can see us together.” He offered his hand, palm up.

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She placed her palm in his and allowed him to pull her out to where the guards studied her like she was fascinating. Clearly her argument with Kleet had been overheard. Her cheeks burned and she was sure they were fire red. “Here’s my mate. As you probably heard, she is very strong-willed and has strong opinions. We need to return to my home now so that the physician can verify the pregnancy.” She noticed that he didn’t say “if there is a pregnancy.” Kleet dressed quickly and unselfconsciously. For the first time she saw how the back of his clothes were cut out around his wing bones. The long capes that Averans wore obviously covered their wings, which is why she hadn’t seen them before. But why did they hide their wings? The group was quiet during the trip to Kleet’s home. The transport landed on the roof and other guards helped her disembark. They descended the hydrolift to the third floor where the doors opened on a stone corridor laid periodically with fiber rugs. She’d never been on this floor--this was the family’s floor. Kleet’s mother and father and an older man met them at the lift. “Welcome to our family,” his mother, Lefair, exclaimed and hugged her. “Thank you,” Sheleigh replied politely. She didn’t know what else to say. Kleet’s father hugged her next, and she stood stiffly in his arms. This was the most powerful man on the planet. She’d never expected to be his son’s mate. She didn’t know what the consequences would be if she angered him. He drew back from her and his brow furrowed. He addressed Kleet. “What’s wrong?” “She’s angry. She didn’t want the mating flight.” Two pairs of concerned parental eyes drilled into her. Thank you for putting me on the spot with your parents, Kleet. She glared at Kleet, and then turned back to his parents. “I’ve explained to Kleet that I never planned to stay here. He shouldn’t have made lifealtering decisions for me without discussing them with me first.” She wanted away from these people whose concern was for Kleet. She needed to be with someone who cared for her. Reaction had finally set in. “Was the mating flight completed?” his father demanded. “All of it,” Kleet replied. “Then she’ll need to be examined by the physician. Dr. Rotairn, would you please finish your part of the proceedings?” The elderly man came forward and took her elbow. He gently prodded her to follow Kleet’s mother. Lefair opened the door to a bedroom decorated in understated elegance and ushered them inside. Here Sheleigh balked. “Why are we going in here?” “I’m the family physician, Dr. Rotairn. I’ll confirm your pregnancy.” “I don’t know you and you’re not touching me.” Sheleigh backed away from him. “I’m a highly respected physician. An examination is required after a mating flight.” “I said no.” She moved backward again and ran into a firm wall she identified by smell and feel as Kleet. His arm slid around her and she pressed against him. “What’s wrong now?” he asked. “She won’t let me examine her.” “I don’t know that man.” She and the doctor spoke at the same time. Kleet sighed and turned her to face him. “This man helped deliver me when I was born.

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He delivered my brother and sister. He helped my mother through all of her pregnancies. He’s taken care of my family since he became a physician. It was him who examined my mother after her mating flight and confirmed that she was pregnant with me. He’s a gentle and caring doctor. Let him confirm your pregnancy, Sheleigh.” “I don’t know him,” she whispered. “I’ll stay with you and hold your hand while he examines you. Mother will be here too. We have to know whether you’re pregnant.” She gave in. She wanted to know, too. “All right.” She took off her clothes in the bathing room and wrapped the sheet that Kleet provided around her. Then she lay down on the bed for the exam. Kleet and his mother each held one of her hands. She was embarrassed to have Kleet’s mother in the room, but she’d protested enough for the moment. The physician poked and prodded her womb and used diagnostic equipment, and drew blood and fluids. There had been a little furrow between his brows and now it smoothed out. He nodded his head and smiled at them. “Pregnant,” he announced happily. Kleet’s shout of “Yes!” almost drowned out Lefair’s exclamation of, “That’s wonderful!” Sheleigh’s little sigh of disappointment as her hopes of freedom plummeted was lost in the general celebration and congratulations. Kleet leaned down to kiss her lips and for a few moments she forgot why the news upset her. When he raised his head to look at her his eyes shone with happiness. “I told you that mating flights were fertile.” Before she could reply, the physician recaptured Kleet’s attention. “Kleet, there’s something else you need to know.” He had her attention now, too. “I’m positive there’s more than one baby. I’ll have to wait a few days while the cells divide and then do a microscopic scan to count the number of fertilized eggs. My guess right now is there are two.” “Twins!” Lefair squealed. She was clearly in grandmother mode. Sheleigh felt claustrophobic, like she had been caged. “No.”

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Chapter Six “That must have been some mating flight.” Rotairn seemed in awe of Kleet’s prowess as a progenitor. “It was. Sheleigh, isn’t it wonderful?” Only then did Kleet look at her face, and his smile dimmed immediately. If she looked the way she felt, then she must be a pitiable sight. She couldn’t take any more catastrophic changes in her life today and that knowledge must have shown clearly on her face. “Aren’t you happy about the news, Sheleigh?” “No. You’ve ruined my life.” Kleet winced and she cursed her unguarded tongue. One didn’t tell someone who loved them something hurtful like that. He turned away from her. “Thank you, doctor. Please make arrangements for the scan and let me know the details as soon as you have them finalized. Mother, would you please give us privacy.” Sheleigh didn’t watch the others leave. She was too busy trying to shape an apology and decide what to do next. There was a pregnant pause after the room cleared and finally she looked up into his stern face. She was no coward, so she sat up to face him. Kleet spoke first. “I believe you owe me an apology. What you said was rude and hurtful.” “I’m sorry I said it.” He inhaled audibly. “But you think it’s true.” “Yes. You’ve imprisoned me here against my will.” “You don’t want a mate?” “Not right now.” “You don’t want children?” “Not this year.” “You don’t like me?” Sheleigh drew in a deep breath. “I like you.” “You don’t find me attractive?” “You know better. You’re very good-looking, all over, and you know it.” “You don’t like it when I’m inside you, thrusting, pushing you down onto my cock, making you come ...” “Stop it. You know I like all that.” “So you do want all those things--a mate, children, me, my mating. My mating you want now, but the rest you don’t want until later. It’s unfortunate, then, that you have all those things now. I can’t and won’t stop being your mate. Our children will be born in nine months. I can’t and won’t stop loving you, although your behavior today is making it difficult to like you. So what do we do now, when you want to discard the most important things in life because, in your opinion, the timing isn’t right?” Sheleigh winced at his bitter sarcasm. She wanted to accept all the blame, but he’d played a part, too. “I want to go back to my apartment and talk to my own people. They can advise me what to do.”

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“Your apartment is empty. When the guards came to get you this morning, some of them stayed behind to collect your things. Everything you own is either down the hall in our suite or in storage.” “You had no right.” “You came to me for claiming. Why would you need a place of your own afterwards? You’d live in your mate’s home.” “You don’t ask. You just make sweeping changes in my life without consulting me.” “What happened today was in your best interests. Look at all you gained today.” “Look at all I’ve lost.” Kleet heaved a great sigh. “I didn’t realize that you were negative or pessimistic.” “I’m not. I’ve had a very stressful day. I can’t think positively right now.” “Let me ask you something. Is it a common practice of your species to throw away love when it’s received?” She was shocked and appalled. “No! Love is a great gift, a rare treasure. If a person is a theist, love is a blessing and a miracle.” “Then it’s just you who throws away love when you receive it?” She stared at him mutely. Was that what she was doing? He was relentless. “Because the time isn’t right for you, will you reject all love until the time is right? Will you hope that those who love you now will keep on loving you while they wait for the time to be right for you to love them back? Will love be there for you then, in that nebulous future you call ‘when I’m ready?’ If you spurn all love now, wouldn’t it make sense that love won’t be easy to find later on? “Or is it just my love you want to throw away? Is my love not good enough for you because I’m not human? Or do you think I don’t know how to love because I have wings? Would you rather throw my love away and see if a human love comes along later in your life? I offer you an all-consuming love. Can you guarantee that a human love later in your life will be as big as what I offer you now? “Averans mate for life. They bind themselves to their chosen mate during the mating flight. They join their very cells to the cells of their beloved until there are no longer two separate entities but one. I’ve done that with you today, Sheleigh. How will you excise me from your cells? It can’t be done surgically. Will you have me killed or kill me yourself just to free yourself from my love, because the time isn’t right for you? Doesn’t that seem extreme to you?” She was ashamed of her behavior when she looked back on it now, after his words. He’d said he loved her and she’d written off and rejected his words as meaningless, because she didn’t love him. She couldn’t get far from him. She certainly couldn’t get his babies out of her body for nine months. So she was stuck with him. It was just her pride and her fear and her anger that made her fight what couldn’t be undone. “I’m sorry,” she told him, and hung her head. He framed her face with his hands and raised it. “I didn’t make you my mate to make you unhappy, Sheleigh. Nothing bad has happened to you, but there are going to be a lot of changes happening to you very quickly. I’ll try to buffer you so that you can adjust. I know you can adjust. You came to this planet and learned a new language and a new lifestyle. You learned space travel. How much easier will it be to learn to be my mate and the mother of sweet little babies?” “I could do it. But Kleet, except for when we’re mating, I feel like you’re a stranger.” “We’ll use the time before the babies come to get to know one another. We’ll be sleeping

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together each night and mating together every day. We’ll talk every evening and tell each other what we need to know. By the time the children come, we’ll feel comfortable together.” “I’m afraid. I don’t know anything about being pregnant, giving birth or taking care of babies, and there will be two of them.” “The doctor will help you with the pregnancy and births. My mother is here to answer any questions. She had three children, after all.” “Won’t we have a place of our own, now that you have a mate?” “I hadn’t planned on it. There’s plenty of room here, and I am the heir. Besides, you’re far from your own mother and you’ll feel more comfortable having my mother nearby during your pregnancy.” Kleet urged her to the bathing room to dress. “What about privacy, for ... you know ... intimacies?” Kleet laughed. “My parents know I flew you. They know we’ll mate every day. They won’t interrupt.” “Kleet, um, we made noise when we mated.” “Our room is away from my parents’ room. They won’t hear us.” “My friends tell me they don’t always mate in the bedroom.” “Intriguing. Averans do that too, you know. Ah, you’re wondering if we will. The answer is a resounding yes. Let me finish. My parents are gone a lot, so I’ll make sure we’re alone before I begin anything like that with you.” “Kleet, I think I want my own mother here for the births, but she’s never been in space. How could we arrange it so that she gets training and clearance to come here?” “I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to my father and the council. Any more questions?” “No. I really am sorry about what I said. I feel out of my element, unsure.” “You’ll get used to your new life. We have a formal ceremony we have to go through now to recognize our status as mates. We need to dress well for it. Because I’m the heir the council will be there. Can you handle it?” Sheleigh took a deep breath. “I think so. At least I’ll be dressed in front of them.” Kleet led her from the bedroom, past his staring parents and down the hall to a large suite of rooms. “This is ours.” “I’ll never find my way here.” She was awed by the wealth he took for granted. This residence was huge and their suite of rooms was bigger than her apartment had been. “You’ll learn. We don’t have much time, so we’ll have to hurry. The bathing room is in here. We’ll have to share.” She was a little nervous about sharing the intimacies of a bathroom with him, even though, technically, he was her husband. It was silly to be modest over her nudity after the things they’d done together this morning. But he was a stranger to her, except when he was deep in her body. She stepped into the shower to wash the stickiness from her body. As she turned her back into the spray she saw Kleet through the clear glass. He stared at her nude form with hungry eyes. Clearly he liked what he saw. She felt a clenching in her loins and her breasts tightened. Not again. He pulled off his clothes and she liked what she saw of his well-shaped, toned body. He turned slightly and his wings became visible. She felt a new type of clenching, that of apprehension. Once again she was struck with the knowledge that he was an alien. She turned to wash, but was not surprised a moment later when Kleet’s hands took the soap from her. Then his big hands washed her. He wasn’t a stranger now as his possessive hands claimed all the territory of her body, and her body recognized the touch of her mate. She turned to soap him and her hands recognized the feel of her mate. Her hands became hungry, needing

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communion with her mate. She pressed closer to him, then closer, until her slick body was pressed tightly to his. “Umm,” she murmured as his hands molded her buttocks. Hers slid down his back under his wings to do the same. The long feathers were cool and damp against his warm, firm buttocks. There was an insistent prod against her belly. “We have time, Shel,” he urged in a husky voice. He punctuated his words with another prod. “I can’t,” she moaned, clutching him tightly. “I’m so sore.” “Shh, it’s all right. I should have been gentler more than just once today so that we could mate more often. In my own defense, I felt fierce in my claiming of you. I’ll probably feel that way for a long time.” “My female friends told me of a way I can make you feel better until we can mate again. I could do that.” He hugged her fiercely. “Thank you for offering, but no. I want no empty pleasure. I want only to be joined with you and to fly again with you. No momentary relief will ease that need.” “Oh.” She hugged him just as fiercely and raised her lips so that he could capture hers in a voracious kiss. It was wonderfully fulfilling and they groped one another while it lasted. Their fierce grips on each other’s flesh gentled to caresses as the mate recognition accepted that the mate wasn’t going anywhere at the moment. She reveled in being held against his wet naked skin. “Oh, love. This is why I wanted you. You’re a part of me, the part that makes me complete.” He nuzzled her face and she wished she could lie down with him and let him do what they both wanted to do. “Hold me tighter,” she begged him, although his arms were like a vise around her already. “Only one thing will help right now, Shel, and you’re in no condition for it.” He released her and pushed her under the water’s spray, then followed her under. When they were thoroughly clean he pulled her out of the shower with him and they dried one another off. It was an inefficient use of time, for there was more caressing than drying, but she needed his touch. She found her clothes in his closet and dresser drawers. But she stood staring hungrily at him, her clothes clutched in her hands, not wanting clothes between their naked bodies. He watched her from slitted eyes, as though waiting for her to make a decision. She marveled that last night she had been an untouched virgin and now she couldn’t think of anything but sex. “Maybe we could ...” she offered. “I think it would be much more painful for you afterwards. We can wait awhile.” How could she explain to him this yearning she felt for him. Was mating the only way to satisfy the yearning? Wasn’t being a spouse or mate more than just the sexual relationship between two people? How else could she quench this need? “I ... feel empty,” she began. “Do you?” “On my planet, after a man and woman are ... mated ... they go off alone to be together. They don’t need to get out of bed for days if they don’t want to.” “Is that what you want?” “Is it possible?” “I don’t think so. We both have heavy commitments right now. Besides, it’s not our custom to sequester new mates, although that practice of lingering in bed for days interests me.

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And as much as your naked body interests me, if we’re not going to mate we’d better get dressed and attend the ceremony.” Sheleigh hesitated still, wanting desperately to be joined with him, to have his mouth on her pouty nipples, to have his cock filling her where no other man had ever been. She wanted to clasp his warm male body between her thighs and wrap herself around him. He accepted her hesitation without becoming frustrated or exasperated with her. Then he pulled on a silky shirt. Covering his virile body broke the spell that held her frozen. She picked out her most formal outfit, her jade silk trouser and long tunic set with the Asian-influenced styling. Her breasts seemed to thrust out the tunic more than they’d ever done before and she wondered if it was the remnant of her arousal being displayed. It couldn’t be her pregnancy, which was less than a few hours old. While she brushed her hair she looked at herself in the mirror and felt extraordinarily feminine. For the first time in her life she was a woman in every way. No longer was she on the outside of the feminine mystique, but now she was a full participant. Now she understood all the comments women had made in her hearing over the years. Now some of those comments attached themselves to her personal memories. Kleet appeared behind her in the mirror, handsome in his fine clothes. The expert tailoring showed in his well-cut white shirt and sleek black trousers, which were cut snugly to his well-built form. She knew what his clothes hid now, and it was like taunting her, covering the pleasures and sexual strength of him with such a thin opaque covering. He stood directly behind her so she couldn’t see if his arousal was visible on him like she thought hers was on her. “That’s a beautiful design. That outfit flatters you,” he said. His look was possessive. “It’s based on a very ancient design from an ancient race on my planet. The fabric is lightweight and takes up little space, and it’s very comfortable,” she babbled nervously. He was a stranger now that he was clothed. “Ancient people whose designs carried over into the future. It can be a good thing to preserve ideas for millennia. Are you ready to go?” “As ready as I’ll ever be. Will I be expected to do anything?” “No. Witnesses will testify to the mating flight. The doctor will testify to your pregnancy. You’ll be formally presented as my mate to the council and anyone else present.” “That sounds easy enough. Will you stay beside me?” She watched him throw a long black cape around his shoulders and fasten it with an elaborate silver clasp to cover his wings. “It’s proper for me to be by your side.” He held out the crook of his arm to her and she looped her arm through his. He escorted her out of their suite and down the hall to the hydrolift. He was very serious now and very much a stranger to her ... an intimate stranger.

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Chapter Seven “Why do you cover your wings?” When the lift enclosed them inside with the two guards, Sheleigh strove to find something to talk about to lessen her case of nerves. “It’s a practice dating back several hundred years, when the first break in our DNA appeared. Before the break, all Averans were winged and were active flyers. We had to be, with all the cliffs, canyons and mountains on the planet. But as the population grew and became technologically advanced, the need to fly decreased until non-wingeds appeared in the population. “At first we thought them an anomaly. Then, when more non-wingeds appeared, we thought there was something causing birth defects in the population. But no scientific or medical study found any cause for the change to the DNA. Gradually the number of non-wingeds in our society has increased until we realized it’s not mutation but evolution that’s occurring. The need for wings has passed, you see. We’re now mostly gliders, without actually lift capacity. So the winged cover themselves to blend in with the non-winged. “The non-winged radical fringe has become restless in the last generation and a half. They think the winged hold too much power and wealth. It’s better for everyone if no one can point to a physical difference between those who have wealth and those who don’t.” “I didn’t realize Averans had class distinctions. I’m familiar with those from my own planet’s history.” She hesitated before voicing a new thought. “Will our babies have wings, do you think?” A pained look flitted across Kleet’s handsome face. “Wings are being bred out of my species, family by family. For my family, the change will come sooner.” “I’m sorry. You should have chosen a winged mate.” “I wanted you.” There was nothing she could reply to that statement, so she asked a related question. “Will the mating flight be eliminated, too?” “No, that’s the strange part. Even in the non-winged the urge to fly the mating flight is strong. There are several non-winged mating flights a month now. We have to make sure there’s an inflated cushion for them to land on.” Sheleigh thought that a hang glider or parasail would help the non-winged Averans. But before she could ask about this idea, the hydrolift stopped and opened onto the roof. There was a transport waiting for them and they were hustled into it. She held on tightly to the door handle and tried not to watch. Soon she saw the flat-top mountain that contained the Averan government. It seemed strange that she had left here less than twelve hours ago. They landed on the pad marked for important government officials and took the hydrolift down to the big council hall. She’d been here twice previously and both times she’d been restricted to the visitor’s gallery on the upper level. Now she walked with Kleet to the front of the lower level. Kelfer was there and Lefair was seated next to him in Kleet’s usual seat. The guards faded to the edges of the room as Kleet continued on to his father. They halted in front of Kelfer, in full view of what appeared to be, to Sheleigh’s nervous

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eyes, the entire council. She recognized a few people from last night. “Avatier, I have taken a mate.” Kleet’s voice projected clearly through the hall in a confident tone. These must be traditional words, since his parents already knew they were mated. “Who is your mate?” Kelfer asked in the same tone. “Sheleigh O’Brien, from the planet Earth.” “You flew the mating flight with this woman?” “Yes.” “Bring forth your witnesses.” The guards from this morning came forward and identified themselves to Kelfer. “Did you witness the takeoff from the cliff edge?” Kelfer asked. “No, Avatier. My lord Kleet had requested complete privacy.” There was a mutter of voices that died out when Kelfer spoke again. “Was this woman proudly by the heir’s side afterwards as a proper mate should be?” The guards fidgeted nervously and looked at Kleet. He showed no sign that he was disturbed. But Sheleigh now realized why he’d wanted her to be seen with him this morning. Had she known then what difficulty it would cause ... she still wouldn’t have appeared naked in front of the guards. “No, Avatier, she was not.” There were gasps and numerous murmurs around the room. Kelfer held up his hand for silence. His face had flushed a ruddy color, but whether it was from anger or something else, Sheleigh couldn’t tell. “Kleet, you will explain this omission.” “My mate is clearly alien and her world has different customs. Her society does not expose naked women to males who are not their mates.” Again there were murmurs from the council. Sheleigh wondered that Kleet could so calmly describe the modesty that had frustrated him this morning. It seemed too fast an about-face to her. “Was the mating flight recorded?” She gasped in horror. They had made some kind of video record of her and Kleet having sex? She tugged violently at Kleet’s arm. She would be more than mortified if anyone else saw that recording. She was mortified that someone had watched what they were doing through a lens. Oh God! “Kleet!” she hissed. He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “A recording was made of the flight, as tradition decrees. But I must refuse its viewing. It would be another form of exposing a naked woman to males who are not her mate.” Kelfer’s face darkened further. “As the heir, you know three pieces of proof are required to confirm a person’s status as mate. These are our traditions held on our planet. Your mate is a guest on our planet, her very presence a concession granted by me and the council. That approval can be withdrawn at any time if we decide that our traditions are at risk.” Sheleigh met her father-in-law’s threat with fire of her own. “Recording equipment is a recent advancement on your planet, not tradition. It dates back no further than eight generations. I feel these recordings allow illicit viewing of the mate’s nude form by persons not otherwise authorized to see him or her that way. I question the reason for such titillation. There’s a word on my planet for people who get a thrill from seeing other people’s sexual habits ...” Kleet’s fierce grip on her arm stopped her next words in her throat. “Not another one of those words,” he hissed. “You people make some strange traditions,” she hissed back, forgetting everything she’d been taught by USP regarding species tolerance. Apparently she hadn’t kept her voice low enough, because nearby council members

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gasped. Other voices spoke in the council chamber, commenting on the proceedings and she heard a rumbling of unease. She gritted her teeth together. This confirmation of her status was supposed to have been quick and easy. Things had certainly turned out differently than she expected. Kelfer looked angry now. “What about the proof of pregnancy?” “Our family physician will testify to the fertility of the flight.” Dr. Rotairn stepped forward to face Kelfer and the council. “I examined this woman and found her to be pregnant with multiple fertilized eggs.” The audience gasped. “The exact number of fertilized eggs will be confirmed in four days’ time.” “And was this woman a maiden prior to the mating flight?” “Yes. There was maiden blood present.” Sheleigh cringed at being discussed like this. “So you have one out of three proofs ...” “You have my word about it,” Kleet added in a cold voice. That seemed to stop Kelfer, and father and son stared at one another. Sheleigh imagined she could feel the pull of the genome between them. One of the council members spoke up loudly. “The heir must have a bonded mate. Any other relationship is unacceptable. A bonding can only occur in a mating flight. A pregnancy isn’t proof that a mating flight took place.” “Maybe he can’t bind her. She’s an alien, after all,” another voice argued. Kleet faced his accuser. “You doubt my word?” “Your word cannot take the place of two forms of proof. Maybe if you’d provided two proofs we could allow an exception. But it would set a precedent we don’t want. The status of mate is an honor and holds legal connotations. The mating flight is the only way to bind a mate for life. Persons acting dishonorably could claim their word as the only proof when they weren’t telling the truth at all. Then couples would be certified as mates who weren’t. No, there must be witnesses to the flight, either live witnesses or a video recording.” “Then we’ll find the recorder. Kleet, who did you use?” Kelfer demanded. “Voray Gallicus. He’s the best recorder.” Kelfer signaled an assistant to him. “Contact Voray Gallicus and tell him to present himself here at once.” The young woman ran off to do his bidding. Sheleigh knew that a human wedding was always witnessed to make it legal. She wondered if this was the point of contention now, and she whispered her question to Kleet. He showed surprise before answering quietly. “Long ago, before recordings,” this was said sardonically, “one witness stood at the cliff top and another was in the canyon. They testified to the flight and the joining. It’s necessary, Sheleigh. Our society used to be fragile, so the mate bond was needed to bind the core of each family together. We’re less fragile now, but we can’t lose the mate bond. If only you’d allow them to show the recording, the council would accept you as my mate and we could get on with the day’s work.” So Kleet didn’t understand her aversion to the recording, even though he’d supported her refusal. She wondered on how many other issues they disagreed, perhaps important issues. She’d made a mistake in giving her virginity to a man she barely knew just because she’d experienced passion for the first time in her life. She had held onto her chastity for thirty years, hoping for her soul mate to come along. Then she’d blown it. She hadn’t been on the planet long enough to learn all the inhabitants’ customs and ideals. She was a trained scientist who knew how long it took for the natives to trust her enough to let her into the intimate details of their lives and society.

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Now she was tied into the soul of the man standing next to her, but she didn’t know how he felt about fatherhood and family and living with a wife. She was trapped in this alien society, but she didn’t know the first thing about their rituals and the reasons for them. She was grounded on the planet and now she saw things that would have made her think long and hard before offering herself to Kleet, had she known them in advance. “I can’t agree to allow anyone other than you and me to review the recording of what happened this morning. I’m not even sure I can view it myself.” “There’s nothing wrong with viewing a mating flight.” “You’ve seen records of other flights?” Well, of course he had. She scolded herself for her dumb question. “Of course,” he echoed her thoughts. “I’ve seen hundreds. The council has confirmed many mates and each pair have provided this proof.” She couldn’t stop her recoil from him before she thought of the repercussions of her actions. Then it was too late. Her withdrawal from Kleet had been noted and the nervous rumblings in the crowd began again. Apparently Kelfer had seen her movement, too. He signaled Kleet forward to him and Sheleigh, per force, went with him. Up close she could see that he was angry. “I believed you this morning when you said you were mated, Kleet. But this assembly doesn’t believe you. They won’t confirm her as your mate and I don’t blame them. If I wasn’t your father, I wouldn’t confirm her either. She’s clearly unwilling to be here. She acts like she dislikes you. You must be confirmed. Or do you want the lack of a mate to force you to be set aside as heir?” “No,” Kleet got out between clenched teeth. “Then produce the recording now as proof. At this point I don’t believe Voray’s word that he recorded the flight is going to be enough. Sheleigh’s behavior has cast doubt on everything. Give it to me,” he ordered and held out his hand. “No!” she cried in horror. Kleet’s strong grip on her arm was so painful it made her gasp. “Father’s right. You’re too alien to understand some of our traditions, but they’re our traditions. We have proof and we’re going to use it.” “I won’t ...” Another squeeze made her wince. “You chose to come here to our planet. You chose to mate with me. Accept the consequences of your actions.” His words were coldly spoken with authority, and she cringed inwardly. Who was this man really? Kleet signaled one of the guards from this morning forward and took a small disc from him. Then he handed it to his father. They stepped back from his father’s seat and Kelfer handed the disc to someone else. Sheleigh tugged futilely against Kleet’s hold on her arm, but his grip was vise-like. She wouldn’t watch it, couldn’t watch it, and couldn’t stand the thought of everyone else watching it. Oh, God! A large screen in the front wall lit up and in vivid and clear Technicolor, shot from below the cliff edge and a little behind them, she saw her naked self leave the cliff with Kleet behind her. Their limbs spread. The recorder zoomed in to a close-up of her loins and she was mortified to be able to tell, even from this angle, that her vulva had been spread beforehand. Kleet’s penis approached her vagina and impaled her forcefully. She could tell that even in the recording. There were murmurs of satisfaction from the crowd and she died inside with shame. The picture remained close up on their mating loins for a number of minutes, until the thrusting stopped and Kleet’s testicles jerked with orgasm. There were more murmurs of

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satisfaction as it was clearly proven that he ejaculated into her body during the flight. The angle panned out slowly to a wider view of first their faces and then Kleet’s arms wrapped around her under her breasts. His wings were spread out wide. Both of them were clearly recognizable. They were proven mates now, not that she’d be able to face anyone in this room again. His own father had ... she gulped. Kelfer had seen what no father-in-law should ever see! There were positive murmurs and someone near Kleet offered him congratulations. The recording ended, to her intense relief. Kelfer rose. “Kleet has provided two out of three items of proof. Do you confirm Sheleigh O’Brien as his mate? Those who vote yes?” There was a loud barrage of yes’s. “Those who vote no?” There were several of those and she felt Kleet stiffen. “Give your reasons for a refusal to confirm,” Kelfer commanded. She heard someone climb to their feet in the first section of the room and a man spoke up. “She’s clearly an alien. How do we know her physiology even allows a mating bond?” “Our laws say nothing about the mate having to be our species. You cannot vote no on that basis.” “We’re a lawmaking body. Clearly this issue of alien physiology is important to the ability or inability to bind a mate. The status of mate is too important not to have an unbreakable physical connection between the male and female. My objection, while not legal, is valid, doubly so in the case of the heir. If you don’t allow my vote of no, I’ll simply abstain.” “Your objection is duly noted, Morfran. We’ll debate this topic at length today. I note your abstention in the voting.” The man sat down with a flurry of noise. A woman close to them stood up next. “I hadn’t thought about the issue Morfran raised when I voted no. But now, perhaps, his objection is the reason for mine. I don’t believe they are bonded as mates. I saw a mating, yes. She is pregnant, yes. But she doesn’t act as though she’s bound to him. In all my years of verifying mate status, I’ve never seen less affection and more hostility in a mate-candidate coming before us. I believe Morfran may be right. The heir did not bind this alien in our rituals.” Kelfer remained silent while the room buzzed with whispers and murmurs. “Your vote of no is duly noted, Salaine.” A burst of comments died out suddenly as another man rose to his feet. His objection was similar to Salaine’s and was accepted. Two more people stood and their objections echoed Salaine’s. Their negative votes were tallied as well. “With four voting against and one abstention, Sheleigh O’Brien is confirmed as the heir’s mate.” Kleet let out his breath. The group was loud and effusive as they rose and surrounded her and Kleet, offering congratulations and comments. She kept her gaze on people’s chins, not wanting to see their eyes. She nodded as people made comments to her. She couldn’t have spoken a word if she’d tried. She wanted to escape this room and these people, this building and this planet. She wanted to go home, where a bride wore white on her wedding day and was treated with reverence. This had been the worst day of her life. Finally they were in the hall outside the council room. She tore her arm from Kleet’s and stalked away from him. She didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care. He roughly grabbed her arm and spun her around. His face was mottled an angry red. “Where do you think you’re going like that?” “Away from you. How could you do that to me? How could you shame me that way?

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You’ve degraded and humiliated me.” “I’ve given you the highest honor our society has.” “No! I’m mortified. I feel dirty. I’ve never been treated this poorly in all my life.” “Everyone records their mating flights. We used to have witnesses for each flight, but it’s hard climbing in the cliffs. Now it’s simpler to record the event and play it to witnesses. We all do the flights, view the flights and confirm the mates. That’s the way it’s done here ...” “It’s obscene.” “No one thought our flight was obscene. They approved my entry into your body and me giving you my seed. They approved seeing us in flight together. That was truly beautiful. I liked seeing my wings spread out above our mating bodies. I’d like to have a frame of that scene enlarged.” “That’s sick.” “You say you didn’t see anything beautiful in what we did. But you certainly seemed to like it while it was happening. That close-up shot of me thrusting in and out of your tight body was a very pleasant memory for me.” “Shut up.” “It’s interesting what you’ll let me do to your body as long as I don’t talk about it and no one else sees it.” “You’re not going to be doing anything to my body ever again.” The smile melted from his face and he became stony with anger. “Rebuffing me again, Sheleigh? I thought we got past that this morning.” Her face contorted with regret. Oh, if only she’d stayed in her apartment this morning. This is where wanting illicit sex got her. “I’m going home. I assume you have work to do here?” “Yes. You’re going to our home, my family’s?” Again her face twisted. She wanted her apartment and the other humans. She wanted her parents’ home on Earth. “Yes.” He lowered his face to hers, but she turned her face away. There was a stilted pause, then he moved away from her. “I’ll see you later.” She watched him enter the council hall, where those assembled were going to discuss alien physical compatibility and whether aliens could be mates or not. Nobody asked her whether she was compatible because nobody would believe her. Kleet hadn’t even wondered about that before he flew her ... or had he? Had he discussed it at length with his father before deciding he would try it and see what happened? If they hadn’t become mates, would he have walked away and left her pregnant? She shuddered. Or maybe she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant if they hadn’t become mates. That made sense. Physical non-compatibility should be across the board. Everyone in that room had seen how physically compatible she and Kleet were. Her face burned again as she remembered seeing up close and enlarged Kleet’s cock thrusting in and out of her body. As she’d watched the recording, she had felt again the sensations she was viewing, hardly able to believe that it was her and Kleet on the screen. He’d had the gall to remind her how good it had been and that she’d enjoyed it. The nerve of him. She spun, but when she would have taken the exit she always took as a visitor, the guard gently guided her towards the lift for government officials. She didn’t look in his face during the ride to the roof, because he had seen the recording too. Lefair had also seen it. There was no one in the household she could face without shame.

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Chapter Eight Sheleigh wavered between anger and shame, her mind seething with potent emotions, as the air transport winged its way toward Kleet’s home. Only after they’d been airborne several minutes did she begin to try and find the source of her discomfort. What was this tearing need inside her? Was she hungry? She hadn’t had anything to eat today. Was she airsick? That could always be true. Then she remembered it was the mate bond feeling the separation from Kleet. He’d said they could go small distances, but his home was several miles away. Had he forgotten? She began to pant and sweat. Her hands curled into claws. She didn’t want to go back there. She needed privacy for awhile to settle her shattered emotions. She didn’t want to spend the day in a strange office somewhere in the government building under the scrutiny of strangers who might have viewed the recording. She shoved her fist against her mouth and bit her knuckle. She would not be chained to him this way. She closed her eyes and in her mind she began to chant, “I’m biologically different from them,” over and over. Soon she felt the tight coil inside her begin to relax. It’s mind over matter. “My lady, we’re here.” She exited the transport and descended into the warren of the residence. She was relieved to be alone, and more relieved to remember which suite of rooms was Kleet’s. She changed into casual clothes, carefully putting away the green silk. She gave the fabric a loving caress. This was a part of Earth--of its history, its industry, its culture and its natural world. There were no silk worms here to make real silk. A synthetic replication was the best this planet could do. This silk was as alien here as she was. She left the silk in the quiet darkness of the closet and stepped out into the glaring reality that was her new life. She was hungry, but had no idea where the kitchen was or what types of food might be in the kitchen. Since she didn’t usually cower, she took the hydrolift to the main floor and began searching. She found a room with long polished flat surfaces that proclaimed “kitchen” in her mind. She looked into glass-covered recessed cubbies and found one where the temperature was much cooler. A refrigeration unit. It had multiple levels and she found glass pitchers of different colored liquids, one of which smelled pleasantly fruity. She opened various containers and tried to identify the contents by smell. She knew the Averans ate meat, fish and fowl. Many humanoids were omnivores. The Averans were part raptor, which were carnivores. She knew what meat, fish and fowl usually smelled like. One container smelled familiar, so she got it out. She needed bread and then she could make some sort of sandwich. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever had bread at an Averan meal. Bread was a grain product, but this planet didn’t have a lot of flat space to grow grain. She searched anyway. She found a dark, flat loaf of something that had the consistency of bread. Now for a knife, glass and plate. She knew what those things looked like, but didn’t know where they were kept. An intense search located what she needed. Twenty minutes after she arrived in the room she sat down to eat. Living in this house would give a new meaning to the phrase, “scavenging for food.” She huffed a weak laugh, and then sobered. This wasn’t what she’d intended when she signed on for this mission. She had two doctorate degrees, she loved the study of emergent

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societies and the sociological interactions of other species. Where could she use all that education after her work here was completed? She couldn’t follow her team to their next assignment. Neither could new societies be brought to her for study. All those years of school were for nothing. Yet, if she hadn’t earned those degrees she wouldn’t be sitting here now in her mate’s home with a belly full of babies. It was a catch-22 situation. She rubbed her lower abdomen in apology to the babies. “Bonding to the children, Sheleigh?” Lefair’s gentle voice broke into her reverie. Sheleigh looked up to see her mother-in-law enter the kitchen. “I still can’t believe there are babies in my body, even though the doctor confirmed it. Everything happened so fast this morning. Today is the only time I’ve ever been intimate with Kleet.” She blushed. Lefair sat across from her at the table. “During a mating flight the males are virile and the females are fertile. The percentage of flights that conceive a child is more than ninety percent. I don’t remember the exact figure. Even the non-winged flights are usually fertile.” “During the confirmation they brought up the fact that I’m an alien. So since I’m an alien, why would I be fertile like Averans are? I haven’t been on your planet long enough for it to have affected me.” “You had a mating on the ground after the flight, didn’t you?” “Yes.” Sheleigh’s cheeks warmed at the question. “Did you fly with Kleet in your mind?” “Yes, I did.” “I don’t think you’re as dissimilar from us as people would like to think. You’re obviously biologically compatible with Kleet.” “Obviously.” “We wondered, Kelfer and I, when Kleet first mentioned that he was considering you as a mate. Kelfer gave permission for Kleet to make overtures to you. Early this morning he reported that you were physically similar to Averans and that you were a virgin. We weren’t expecting that at your age.” That rat! He’d initiated intimacies with her last night to see if her body was capable of accepting his. That’s why he’d insisted on leaving the lights on and taking her pants all the way off. He’d been performing a scientific assessment of her anatomy. He’d poked, prodded and probed her and she’d thought he was stimulating her. Hah! He was making sure his penis would go in. After he’d decided they were compatible, he’d stopped his intimate explorations and plotted getting her to the cliff for the mating flight. There he could bond her and impregnate her. The conniving rat. Everything he’d done had been premeditated. He claimed to love her, but love didn’t connive. “I’ve upset you somehow. That wasn’t my intention.” “I’ve been upset quite a few times today.” “Our ways are different than what you’re used to, that’s all. You’re an intelligent woman and strong. You’ll adapt to our ways.” “I’ve lived a long time the way I am. I don’t think I can adapt to everything in your society. Lefair, how did you feel when you saw the recording of your mating flight?” Lefair sighed and smiled. “It was so beautiful. I’d loved Kelfer from the moment I saw him. He was handsome, strong and confident. Kleet’s a lot like his father. Anyway, when Kelfer asked me to fly the mating flight with him I was thrilled and I wanted to shout it from the cliff tops so that everyone would know. I was proud to show the recording that let everyone know Kelfer was my mate and father of my child. It’s still one of my most treasured memories. Kelfer

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and I watch the recording every year on the anniversary of the flight to remind ourselves why we committed to a life together.” Now there was a perspective Sheleigh had never considered. Of course, Kleet hadn’t asked her to be his mate and hadn’t asked her to fly the mating flight. Those things obviously made a difference in perspective. “Where’s Kleet?” Lefair asked, looking around. “At the council hall. They’re discussing whether aliens can be mates.” “But if he’s there, how can you be here? The council hall is several miles from here. Or doesn’t separation bother you?” Lefair looked alarmed at that thought. She was probably thinking about alien incompatibility. “It bothers me, but I’m not going to let Kleet dictate where I have to be each day. I got a little panicked on the flight here, but I’m doing better now. How do you think Kleet is handling the separation?” The com bleeped imperiously. “I expect that’s him now.” “I won’t go running to him.” “I’m sure he’ll want to discuss it with you himself.” Lefair went to the com unit. “Hello?” “Mother, is Sheleigh there with you?” “Hello, Kleet. Yes, she’s here.” She looked at Sheleigh. “He wants to talk to you.” Sheleigh sighed and moved to the com unit. “Yes, Kleet?” “What are you doing there? I told you it could only be small separations. What are you trying to do to me? Get back here.” “No.” “What? You can’t be at our home. You have to be in the council hall building near me.” “I’m not coming. I’ve got work to do here if I can find my things from my apartment.” “Bring them here. You can do your work here.” “I said no. Is there anything else you want?” “Sheleigh! Don’t you feel the separation? You did this morning.” “It’s not as bad as it was this morning. I can tolerate being here without you.” “Well it’s horrible for me,” he snapped. “I need to be able to function. There’s important work to be done today.” “Yes, like discussing how aliens can’t be mates. Now you can tell them this alien can tolerate separations from her mate. They’ll probably do a recall on the voting this morning and more will vote no.” He audibly sucked in his breath. “Don’t even joke about something like that. I’m sending the guards to get you. Be ready when they arrive.” He cut the connection. Sheleigh fumed. That dictatorial rat. She’d show him. She wouldn’t even be here when they came. “Lefair, I need a transport.” “Dear, I heard what Kleet said.” “I’m not going to jump when he snaps his fingers. He wanted me because I have strength. Well, he’s going to see that strength in action.” “I won’t help you against my own son.” “At least I know where you’ll stand on any issue.” Sheleigh left the room and took the hydrolift to the lowest level of the residence. She would walk along the river and get as far away as possible. The barred gates at the river level were secured to keep trespassers out, but no one had

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thought about keeping anyone in. She simply walked out onto the river path and kept going. Her anger kept her blood fired for the first half hour, but then the separation began to pull at her and her steps grew less confident. She walked slower and slower, until finally she couldn’t go another step. She cursed herself for her weakness in being enslaved to a man. She cursed Kleet for binding her this way. She cursed herself again for being a slave to her hormones. Then she cursed Kleet for being an arrogant beast. She considered hiding close by. This was obviously as far as she could get from him. But hiding was for weak people. She sat down where she stood and waited for the guards to find her. She didn’t have long to wait. Five minutes later Kleet’s air transport pulled up next to her. “Hello boys,” she called to them and watched their faces show confusion. One of them was a woman, so Sheleigh corrected her oversight. “And girl.” “My lady, will you come with us please?” Clearly the captain could not decide if he could order her or not. She rose and dusted off her trousers. “Will you use force on me if I don’t?” She was curious about what he would say. “My lord Kleet told me not to accept no as your answer.” That bastard. “Would you shoot me if I walked away?” Oh, that would be a predicament. “My lady, please don’t make my job impossible.” Why not? They were making her job impossible. “I need something from the residence. I’ll meet you there.” In an hour. “We’ll fly you there. It’ll be quicker.” “You’ll understand, captain, if I don’t believe you. I think I have a better chance of getting to the residence if I walk there.” “Please, my lady, we’ll take you there.” “I understand your orders say otherwise.” There was silence and she thought the captain was probably evaluating the wisdom of tackling her or throwing a net over her. That last visual was sort of funny, allowing her to unbend a little. “Oh, very well. It’s not you who deserves my anger anyway. You’re just obeying orders.” She climbed into the transport and listened to a collective sigh of relief. “Captain?” “Yes, my lady?” “Next time I’ll run. Or jump in the river. I’m interested to see what you’ll do.” He swallowed. “Thank you for the warning, my lady.” The flight was as wild, probably wilder, than every other flight she’d been on, with the granite walls passing dangerously close. Each minute she felt the separation anxiety lessen, which only served to make her angrier. By the time she stood in the corridor outside the council hall, she was fuming. Kleet came out to face her, stopping in front of her. Without thinking about it, she raised her palm and slapped his face. The sound echoed in the corridor, followed by gasps. “Bastard!” she flung at him with venom. “Ah, another Earth word. What does this one mean, I wonder?” “It means, you’re a son of a …” She didn’t get to finish as Kleet grabbed her and fused his lips to hers.

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Chapter Nine Mate! The word roared through her mind. Her body reacted to the mate recognition of its own volition. One arm snaked up around the back of his neck to hold him firmly in place. Her other arm clutched him desperately around the waist. His arms crushed her to him as he devoured her lips. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She clawed at him as she tried to get inside him. Then her hands were on his buttocks. She pulled him tightly to the juncture of her thighs. He lifted her onto her tiptoes into his thrusts. Oh, how she wanted him. Her mate, her mate. “Kleet, come back into the council hall.” Whose voice was that? “Kleet, stop that. You can see your mate later.” Kleet broke the kiss and she saw Kelfer beside them. But her mate was pressed to her body and she sought his lips once more. He dipped his head and offered himself, and she took him hungrily. She made greedy noises in her throat. He growled. “Kleet, that’s enough!” Kelfer’s angry voice broke through the fog of mate-passion. Kleet lifted his head and she made a sound of protest. “Father, give me five minutes. I need to fly her.” “We don’t have time for that.” “She went home two hours ago. I need to fly her.” “Oh, I didn’t know that. Five minutes, then.” Kleet moved quickly across the hall with her still pressed tightly to him. “Out!” he commanded someone, but before she could see who it was his lips sealed to hers. Mate-passion roared hot through her and she whimpered. She felt a breeze on her bare buttocks, discomfort between her legs and then her mate was with her. She made hungry, desperate sounds as they merged into one. “Hurry, hurry!” “I am. Ahh.” “Mmmmm. More. More!” “Ahh. Harder, Shel!” “Deeper. I need you in me!” “I’m trying! Shel!” They leaped into free fall, flying fast and free into an exploding nova. Kleet caught her scream in his mouth and gave her his shout. It was fabulous and over far too soon. She whimpered. “Don’t ever go away like that again.” He kissed her lips. “Don’t ever stay away when I tell you to come.” “I came. Twice.” “Shel.” A rebuke and a laugh, then another kiss. “If this is my welcome, I’ll stay away more often.” “I’m serious. It may not bother you, but I felt like I was being torn apart. If you feel anything for me, you won’t want me to suffer like that.” “Kleet,” she protested.

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“Our five minutes is up. I have to go back to work.” Another kiss. He started to withdraw from her body, but she clutched his buttocks. “No, don’t leave me.” “I have to. We can do this again tonight.” He withdrew and she whimpered with emptiness and pain. “I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry, I forgot you were sore.” “Me too.” She kissed him. There was a knock on the door. “Kleet, time’s up.” Kleet shut his trousers and adjusted his clothes. “Don’t leave the building, Shel.” When she would have protested, he added. “Please. For me.” “All right. For you.” He kissed her once more and slipped out the door. She realized her pants were completely off. How had he done that? She quickly donned them and winced at the soreness between her legs. Kleet was a powerful and vigorous lover. She straightened her hair and clothing the best she could and stepped out into the corridor. The owner of the office leaned patiently against the wall. She was mortified to see it was Harrier, the liaison for her program. She felt her face flame red. Quickly she blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was your office.” Then she could have kicked herself for saying something so moronic. “I understand the heir made you his mate this morning. Congratulations.” His voice was smooth and cultured. “Thank you.” “I hadn’t realized you two were committed to each other, but it appears to be a fiery union. I understand you carry more than one child in your womb.” Ignoring the first part of his statement, she responded to the latter part. “The doctor believes it’s twins.” “They’ll probably be non-winged.” She thought it was a strange comment for him to make. “It’s likely. Do you know of an empty office in this building that I can use for the next few months.” Or years, however long it took Kleet to become used to separations. “Ah, the mate bond. It might make more sense for you to share my office since we work together already.” “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” “There’s plenty of space and you’ll be close to the heir.” She couldn’t control a blush. “I see that interests you. It’s settled then.” He ushered her into his office. “My computer and all my notes are at Kleet’s home. Today has been so hectic.” She ran a distracted hand through her springy curls. “I don’t know where to start. Is there a recorded history of your society?” Harrier handed her a bound book, which she took and caressed. It had been a long time since she’d handled a book. They were simply too bulky to travel in space. She opened the book and gazed avidly at the strange symbols that were the Averan language. How she wished they were more than just symbols to her. She looked up at Harrier. “I can’t read your language. We were only taught to speak and understand it.” He looked startled, then dismayed. “I’m sorry, my lady,” he stumbled over her new title. “I just assumed ... you’re so fluent.” She waved away his distress. “It’s no problem. Do you have an oral recorded history?”

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Soon she was ensconced in the records room in the bowels of the building listening to an old voice recorder. She let the history of Kleet’s people seep into her mind. She’d been correct in her guess that Averans had been a primitive people until approximately ten generations back. They’d lived in open caves, foraged for food, and flown everywhere they needed to go using their own wings as transportation. They were a highly evolved raptor/humanoid hybrid. Because they were raptors, they mated for life. Families lived together in groups, neither patriarchal nor matriarchal, with a number of bonded mates heading them. Child rearing was shared equally between males and females, as was foraging for food. What grains they ate were found along the river, along with tuberous roots. Eventually they raised their own crops by carving flat levels into the mountainsides. They raised wool-bearing animals in the mountainous peaks. They grew fruits on vines, which liked the rainy mountainsides. Each extended family covered a large area in order to sustain their needs. Each bonded couple provided the cohesiveness to help hold the group together. Without that cohesiveness, the early Averans wouldn’t have survived. Population growth was practically nil in those earlier generations. Many children were killed learning how to fly. Sheleigh swallowed nervously and rubbed her flat stomach. These days Averans didn’t need to fly to survive. She tried to be a clinical observer while she listened to the tale of survivalist existence where weaker family units perished and units not headed by a bonded pair disbanded. But this was her children’s heritage, revealed to an outsider for the first time. Shocked, she stopped the recording. This history wouldn’t have been provided to her if she didn’t have Averan issue in her womb. Everything that mentioned wings was hidden from sight or hearing, the same way Averans hid their wings under their capes. That’s why USP’s First Contact report didn’t mention wings. The Averans were used to hiding the fact that they were winged, but they hadn’t started out that way. Their society had revolved around flying. Something had happened ten generations ago to change them from an open, nontechnological, flying society to the secretive, technologically-advanced people they were today. Technology didn’t come to a society in a leap such as the one the Averans had made. It didn’t come ... it was brought. But no USP member had been to this planet before ... Sheleigh drew in breath. Some species outside of USP had been here and given the Averans technology. But what had caused them to fear outsiders? She drew only one conclusion: Malchovists. USP’s mortal enemy made species afraid. They didn’t give things to species, they took things away. They raided and they murdered unprotected civilizations. A visit by two different species would explain the mystery, if one species were benevolent and the other was the Malchovists. Would anyone admit the truth if she asked? The Averans’ secrecy seemed to center on having wings. But why the wings? She knew that societies hid things they considered weaknesses, such as birth deformities. Had the Averan interactions with these other species led them to believe that being winged was a weakness? Before she could pursue that thought there was a scuff behind her. She turned. Kleet smiled. “Here you are. I’ve been searching everywhere for you. I knew you hadn’t gone too far.” This was said sardonically. “Luckily I ran into Harrier and he said you were down here. Are you hungry? It’s time for the mid-day meal.” She realized she was hungry. The sandwich she’d had instead of breakfast had been hours ago. “Sure.” As she rose his arm slid around her and her senses clamored with mate-recognition. His lips lowered to hers. She should turn away from him on principle, after the way he’d treated

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her this morning. But she was in accord with him at the moment, with her mind full of her children’s inheritance, so she raised her lips to meet his. It was a wonderful kiss, full of Kleet’s love, strongly possessive, rich in promise and it throbbed with the mate bond. She found herself in his strong arms, up tight against his hard body, affirming his claim on her. He raised his head a little. His eyes had darkened. “That was a nice welcome.” “If I could be in your arms the rest of my life, I’d be all right.” “I wouldn’t mind, but I wouldn’t get much work done.” “You don’t understand. My species doesn’t take mates, not really. Not like yours does. Many of us fall in love for life, and there are people who claim to be soul mates. The soul is the essence of a person, and when people become soul mates they become two halves of a whole. But I don’t feel like a soul mate. My body throbs when you touch me and I know you’re my mate. But how can it be when humans don’t take mates?” “Why question what’s true, Shel? We’re mates. A mating flight is powerful in a number of ways, beyond virility for the male and fertility for the female. By entering your body during the flight I became one with you. I was claimed as soon as I filled you.” “But I didn’t feel anything. Not then.” “You told me you were thinking of other things. Come on, I’m hungry.” Sheleigh halted him by placing her hand on his arm. “Kleet, why was the information in this room kept secret from me? Why was the fact that your species is winged kept a secret?” His hand over hers tightened painfully. “You didn’t tell anyone that, did you?” “No. I’ve been here and at the residence all morning. Why ...” “We don’t tell outsiders about our wings. You must never tell anyone.” “But why?” “We’ll talk about it at home tonight. Come and eat.”

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Chapter Ten Sheleigh wondered about the secrecy off and on for the rest of the afternoon. Averan history was fascinating. It kept her absorbed until Kleet came to get her at the end of the day. She didn’t argue when he kissed her in greeting, or when he took her hand as they rode the hydrolift to the roof. He was possessive and demonstrative, two qualities desirable in a husband. She would spend the evening doing married things like eating dinner together, talking, comparing their day, making plans for the week, and then they’d go to bed together. Her lower body clenched at that thought and she felt the tenderness from his last possession. Further mating might be painful. She assumed Kleet would want his husbandly rights tonight. She’d have to tell him how tender she was. Kelfer was waiting for them in the air transport. “Sheleigh.” “Avatier.” She climbed into the transport. Kleet slid into the seat next to her. Once they were airborne she addressed her father-in-law again. “I don’t know how a woman addresses her mate’s parents. What would you prefer?” “My name is fine, although I would prefer you address me by my title in public, as Kleet does.” “All right.” “Kleet told me you would like your mother here for the babies’ births, but that your mother has never been away from her planet.” “That’s true. But I’d feel more comfortable with my mother here. These are my first babies, after all.” “As you know, Avera isn’t open to visitors.” “But she’s my mother.” Keep calm. “You’ll want your father, too?” “He’ll probably come with my mother.” “Will they stay with the other humans from your group?” Sheleigh wondered if her parents could stay at the Kryszan residence. She didn’t know Kelfer. She didn’t know Averan traditions. “Wouldn’t they stay with me?” “If they were Averan they might. But they’re not Averan.” “Neither am I.” “You’re Kleet’s mate and you’re carrying his children. That makes you an honorary Averan.” That’s why the secrets could be shown to her. But it still didn’t explain why there were secrets at all. Kelfer had the power to block her parents from coming to see her. How adamant could she be with him? She was afraid to give birth in this foreign place without her mother nearby. She refused to entertain thoughts of what else she might fear. “I’d prefer my parents to stay with me, if at all possible. They’ll be nervous enough after a long space journey and being among different species.” Kelfer glanced out the window and back. The transport approached the residence. “We’ll discuss this topic more later. Kleet, I’d like to talk with you privately.”

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The transport landed perfectly on the roof pad and they disembarked. Kleet held her hand again. She was grateful for his support after being summarily dismissed by his father. She hoped Kelfer wasn’t going to say something to Kleet like, “Keep your mate in line.” She walked with Kleet to their suite of rooms, where they freshened up for dinner. She debated what to say to him before his talk with his father. They faced enough obstacles already in their marriage without adding discord between her and Kelfer. “Kleet, I want my mother here. If she travels all the way from Earth, she really should stay with me. She won’t interfere with your lifestyle. She’ll simply help take care of me and the babies, get to know her grandchildren and see how I’ll be living for the rest of my life. She’s not a threat to your family or your species.” “And if, by chance, the babies are winged? What then?” His tone was sharp. She gasped. It was the secret of the wings! They were afraid her parents would find out they had wings. She almost laughed. Her portly father with his nose stuck in books was no threat to them. But Kleet’s fierce expression sobered her. His grip on his forearm was painful. “How could we expose defenseless babies to outsiders?” Shocked, she wrenched away from him as though he’d struck her, which he had, in a way. “My parents would never hurt any baby, especially not my babies. My parents are no threat to our children. They’ll love their grandchildren, I can guarantee it.” They might be shocked at the sight of winged grandchildren, but the babies would still be their grandchildren. Sheleigh knew her mother would be ecstatic to hold any type of grandbaby in her arms if it came from Sheleigh’s body. “What would your parents tell others about winged grandchildren? Wouldn’t those others want to investigate those winged grandchildren? Wouldn’t they guess that one of the parents also had wings?” “Why are you so afraid of others, knowing you have wings?” Maybe he would tell her now, while they were alone. “We’re too vulnerable to attack in the air if someone knows to look for us there.” There was more to his statement. She sensed the history throbbing through his words. She knew something had happened to the Averans. What was it? She had to know. “Tell me all of it. Who attacked you?” He hesitated. Was even this bit of their history considered too secret for her to know? “We don’t know who they were. We thought at first they were ...” He trailed off and stared at her. His expression was troubled. Another realization exploded in her mind like an epiphany. He wasn’t used to thinking of her as his mate, as an insider. The Averans had kept their secrets so long that he had trouble breaking generations of taboo. “You thought they were the same as the first visitors,” she guessed. His eyes widened and he gripped both of her arms. He searched her face intently. “Who told you that?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and strained. “No one told me. I’m trained to observe societies, to look for their historical advancement. Your history contains an anomaly. This morning I learned that your society was primitive. Today you’re highly advanced. But you still live in caves, figuratively and literally. You didn’t get the technology on your own. Some other species helped you. Who?” “We don’t know what they were called. He never told us. His spaceship became disabled, so he landed here. He taught us about power generation, mining, computers, communication, manufacturing, and mechanical flight. We learned all he could teach us in his lifetime. He always looked for rescue. That’s why we thought it was someone from his species coming to rescue him.

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“But it was a different race of beings. We couldn’t communicate with them. They took what they could find, which wasn’t much at that time. Then they shot Averans who were in the skies. When they couldn’t find enough people in the skies to kill, they murdered everyone they could find at the government hall, including the Avatier’s family. That’s how my family acquired the rule. Several thousand of us died that day, men, women and children. “The caves saved us. We burrowed deep into the mountains and hid for days. They finally left, but it took weeks to find out everyone who’d died. Every family lost someone. The Avatier’s family was completely decimated. Many mates were lost, so families were vulnerable without a bonded couple heading them. Children were lost, which put families at risk with no next generation. “More mating flights were flown that year and the year that followed than ever in our history. New mate bonds had to be forged. New pregnancies had to be started. Old mate bonds had to be strengthened. We grew strong again through the mating flights. But from the day of the massacre we agreed, every one of us, that we would not show our wings to outsiders.” Sheleigh’s chest and throat were tight with sympathetic grief for what the Averans had suffered. Even though it had happened hundreds of years ago, Kleet talked as though he’d experienced the emotions of that day. He must feel very deeply about what happened. “Can you describe these killers? Does anyone know what they looked like?” She had to be sure. Avera was in the right part of space to have been victimized by the Malchovists. “We all learn what they looked like so that we know to prepare to fight if they ever come again,” he said with fierceness. “They were shorter than us, male, no hair on their heads, with burly bodies. They wore blue and brown one-piece suits.” “Malchovists,” she hissed, horrified for the Averans. Kleet reared back from her and his expression was accusatory. “You know them? They belong to USP?” “They’re our mortal enemies. For over a century we’ve protected our member planets from them. As new species come to us for protection, we spread farther into this sector of space. They’ve killed thousands of us, too. We’ve hunted them, with the intention of exterminating them, but without success.” He looked relieved. His hand clasped hers again so she ventured to ease his mind further. “You have nothing to fear from USP or the species that belong to USP. We celebrate diversity and physical differences. You’ve seen some of our different species already. You can tell your people they can stop hiding their wings now.” “No, we can’t risk it. It was a huge risk taking you as my mate.” She gasped, stung by his words. “So much for your proclamation of love. How could you even think you loved me if you thought I was such as risk?” She turned away from him. Didn’t love go hand in hand with trust? She’d thought so. “I do love you, Shel. But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to risk my entire planet for that love.” He slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders and drew her back against his warm firm body. She resisted until her body touched his, then the mate bond encouraged her to press against him. He murmured the next words against her temple. “I thought you’d understand the desire to protect fragile life now that you’re pregnant.” She shook her head against his chest. “You don’t need to fear USP. We’ll help you. We’ll protect you from that ever happening again.” “I want to believe you.” He wrapped his arms around her and she slid her arms over his. “We were so afraid when the first of your people came. We hid the children so they would live if

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there was more killing. Then we armed ourselves to fight for our families and our lives. I still remember the fear I felt that day. That’s not something you can just dismiss.” No, a lifelong fear might take a lifetime to fight. Her lifetime. “I’ll teach you and your people that you have nothing to fear from USP. My children will teach you, and their children will teach you.” His arms tightened around her. “You almost give me hope.” She sighed as she further resigned herself to her future here. Kleet had just given her the opportunity USP needed. She would be the only one offered this opportunity. To waste it would be unpardonable. “I need to tell my superior that your people were attacked by Malchovists.” He stiffened behind her, so she hurried on. “I won’t mention the wings, but they must know. My group is vulnerable while we’re in an area where Malchovists have raided.” “We won’t allow more of you to come down. My people are already nervous about your group being here.” That wasn’t news to her. “USP may begin to patrol space around this planet.” He shuddered. “They don’t need to come down to the planet to protect us. They’ll do it from space.” “Everyone is in space, both the good and the bad people. We’re the only ones who aren’t in space.” “In order to enter space, you’d have to give up your isolation. You’d have to risk meeting other species. You’d have to expose your secret.” “If we continue to evolve as we have, in another few thousand years we won’t have a secret.” She turned in his arms to face him. “You can’t wait that long to enter space. I’m from space and you’ve adopted me into your species. My children will be taught about USP and humans and space. My children will be USP citizens, as I am.” He looked startled and she felt a spurt of satisfaction at surprising him with that bit of knowledge. “USP isn’t going away, Kleet. We know you’re here and we want to get to know you. We want to help you. We want to see you in space beside us. The future is coming at you at light speed. It’s standing in front of you right now. I brought knowledge with me into your home, and now you can’t go back to the way things were before.” She watched his face twist with regret and dismay. He hadn’t thought far enough beyond his heart, his loins and his people. He should have thought all the way to the stars. “I didn’t lose my ties to my own planet, my own family and my employer just because you bound me. I’m more than just Sheleigh, just as you’re more than just Kleet. We both have strong ties to other things and other people. I’m also tied to the future.” “I didn’t think ... I didn’t know.” He looked chagrined. She raised her palm to his cheek. “How could you have known? You’ve been pretty insulated on Avera.” “I’ve explained why we’ve had to be.” “Yes. But change is coming, Kleet. You won’t be able to stop it.” Kleet left her to the tender graces of Lefair while he spoke privately with his father. The Kryszans were well off financially. They could afford to pay others to cook and clean for them. This freed Lefair to attend the duties of the wife of the Avatier, of which there were surprisingly many. She filled Sheleigh in on her day while they waited for their men to finish talking. Sheleigh kept only part of her mind on the discussion in the comfortable sitting room. The other part speculated about the talk between the men. If it involved talk of her parents, she should be

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there. If they discussed isolationism, she should be involved in that, too. She’d found Kleet to be a strong and forceful man, but his father seemed to be stronger. Perhaps it was because Kelfer had held the rule for so long. When Kleet had been ruler that long, he’d be stronger too. But in a contest of wills, she wasn’t sure that the younger man could win against the older man. It was frustrating being tied to a man she barely knew. He didn’t understand her needs, so how could he stand up against his father for those needs. That made it harder to wait with Lefair. “Don’t worry so much, dear. I’ve never known Kelfer to make a decision which wasn’t for the best of all concerned.” “He’s mortal, that makes him fallible. Besides, he’s used to deciding for Averans. I’m not your species. I have different needs.” “Your needs don’t seem much different from ours. You want love, a home, a family and happiness. You have all that now. Kelfer will make sure you keep it.” Sheleigh’s chest felt tight. Yes, she’d wanted those things for the future. She was blessed with them earlier than she’d planned. But ... “I don’t want to be made a prisoner while I enjoy my good fortune. My needs are to remain connected to others in USP, to share ideas with others in my field, to have access to new species and all species in general. I need the freedom I’ve enjoyed as a USP citizen and the freedom of ideas I’ve grown used to. That’s how I differ from Averans. Kelfer can’t possibly know what I need, because he’s never lived anyplace else.” Lefair frowned, clearly thinking hard. Sheleigh had found her mother-in-law to be a bright woman. She was sure Lefair would try her best to picture another’s point of view. She willed Lefair to understand. Lefair’s brow cleared. “I’m sorry, dear. I don’t have your experiences away from this planet to understand what your life was like before you came here. I believe what you say, but I can’t empathize with what you need.” Sheleigh sagged with disappointment. If this bright woman couldn’t understand, there was little hope that others would understand. She didn’t want to point out that she was alien. Not when she had so much painful adjusting to do. Kleet and Kelfer joined them shortly. Their expressions were solemn and resolute. Her stomach clenched with anxiety. Kleet took her hand and led her into dinner. She couldn’t read anything in his face, although his jaw was firmly set. She’d seen that expression this morning during her mate confirmation. She didn’t want to go up against his will again so soon. Kelfer broached the subject she hoped for and dreaded in the middle of dinner. “Sheleigh, I understand your desire to have your parents here for the babies’ births, but I just don’t feel it’s prudent or feasible at this time.” She set her utensils down on the table with a small snap. Hurt hit her first, like a fist in the gut. Anger followed immediately afterwards. Her determination fired her with righteous indignation. She attempted to temper her roiling emotions with logic. “Please explain your reasoning.” Despite her attempts at control, her words were clipped. Kelfer’s features hardened. Too late she remembered that he wasn’t used to being questioned by people outside of the council. She’d never seen Kleet question him before today. “There are places where ... outsiders ... are not yet allowed. The medical facility is one such place. Sick people cannot be asked to cover their wings so that outsiders won’t see them. So, for your parents to come all this way and not be able to be with you during the birth makes no sense. I won’t allow you to jeopardize my grandchildren or yourself by having the babies at home. We don’t know if your human physiology will be affected by the births.” She writhed with frustration and anger. He seemed to have her nicely trapped with his

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concern for his people and for her. But she couldn’t allow herself to be caged bit by bit. What she’d told Kleet earlier was true. She was the future and they had let her in. They couldn’t close the door after the fact. “Then I’ll have my babies with my USP group and my parents can stay with them. As I will. And if you won’t give my parents permission to be on the planet, I’ll go up to a USP ship. Our doctors know how to handle mixed species births.” Kelfer’s face mottled with anger. “No! That’s unacceptable!” Kleet grabbed her hand. “I forbid it!” She looked from her mate to her father-in-law. Kelfer held the power here, so she concentrated on him. “Family is important to you, isn’t it?” “Very. That’s why you’ll remain with us when my grandchildren are born.” Oh, nicely done. He believed her question underscored his point. “I love my parents and they love me.” She addressed Lefair with her next statement. “My mother has wanted grandchildren for years. She’s begged me to find a man. She’s hinted, she’s shown me the grandchildren of her lady friends. There isn’t a time when I talk to her now that she doesn’t mention grandchildren.” Lefair nodded as Sheleigh spoke. “I have two younger brothers, but she doesn’t encourage them to have grandchildren as hard as she encourages me. They’re sons. A daughter is different. A daughter’s children mean more to a mother. A daughter needs you and needs your advice. Daughters who are your son’s mates will ask advice of their own mothers. Even if you’re the most wonderful mother of their mate, you still didn’t give birth to her. She wants the woman who birthed her when she’s ready to birth her own. It’s natural. You understand don’t you, Lefair?” “Yes, dear. I wanted my own mother when my children were born.” “And I want mine.” “The circumstances are entirely different,” Kelfer blustered. “No, they’re not. We share a societal trait, that women want their mothers during pregnancy and birth. A similarity. Would you deny me what you didn’t deny your own mate? What you wouldn’t deny your own daughter? If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me.” Kelfer stared intently at her. She decided she’d said enough for the moment. Besides, she was feeling less alien. She wanted to savor the feeling. She actually enjoyed the rest of dinner. It was educational watching Kelfer and Lefair together in the comfort of their own home. Kelfer was reserved in his role as Avatier, but he melted with Lefair. They touched hands and exchanged gentle glances. They spoke in intimate voices. It was obvious to her that they loved one another and weren’t afraid to show it in front of family. His parents treated Kleet with indulgent affection. He treated them with loving respect. He seemed younger and freer here at home than he was in public. The three of them were comfortable to be with. She slowly relaxed her guard. Despite being an alien, they accepted her into their inner circle because she was Kleet’s mate. Then it was time for her first night of sleeping next to Kleet. She thought there’d probably be mating, too, although she wasn’t sure she could. She’d taken him four times already today. She glanced at him as they walked the hall to their room. He was a stranger in many ways. They’d gone from intimately casual encounters straight to mating. They’d spent little time in one another’s company. They hadn’t spent very much time discussing ideological differences.

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What they’d shared before marriage was a brief prelude to mating. Earth history was full of arranged or mail-order marriages where the couples barely knew one another. Many of those marriages lasted. The participants learned to love one another. Her marriage to Kleet would have to be like that. She would get to know him, and somewhere down the road she would grow to love him. Their initial and continued attraction to each other would make certain of it. They could have a good marriage. In the privacy of their room Kleet slid a possessive hand up her arm. She answered the call of their mate bond. She gave herself over to him, her husband, to do with as he wished. It was what she wanted as well.

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Chapter Eleven An insistent buzzing awoke Sheleigh from an exhausted sleep. A heavy arm lifted from around her waist. Kleet learned over her and felt around on the bedside stand. The buzzing stopped. “Yes, what is it?” he answered in a thick voice. “It’s Harrier. Sorry to bother you, my lord, but there’s an issue you need to deal with. One of the humans is here searching for Dr. O’Brien.” “Which human?” “The head of the group, Dr. Barazi.” “Put him on the com.” There was a pause during which she sat up on the side of the bed. Kleet sat up next to her. She had a sinking feeling she knew what the call was about. “My lord?” “Dr. Barazi?” “Yes. One of my group is missing.” Sheleigh groaned. “Dr. O’Brien hasn’t been home since the day before yesterday. I fear something may have happened to her.” “I’m here, Dr. Barazi,” she spoke without thinking. There was a long pause, during which Kleet’s arm gripped hers to indicate silence. “I see. You should have notified someone, Sheleigh.” “Dr. Barazi,” Kleet intoned, “I’m sorry that word wasn’t brought to you. I claimed Sheleigh as my mate yesterday.” There was another short silence. “Claimed, my lord? What does that mean?” “It means that she is my mate. She lives with me now. She’ll bear my children. You understand what a mate is?” “Yes, I do. I’d like to speak to Sheleigh, please.” His voice was strained. “Yes, Dr. Barazi?” Sheleigh answered. He dropped into English. “Are you being forced against your will?” She answered in Averan, because Kleet had stiffened at the sound of English. “I’m here of my own free will. We were married by Averan custom yesterday morning.” The word ‘married’ had to be in English since there was no Averan equivalent. “I forgot to contact you yesterday, the day was so hectic.” “I don’t understand. I didn’t know you planned to marry the heir.” His voice went up at the end in agitation. “It’s done, doctor,” Kleet interjected. “It doesn’t matter if it was planned or not. It can’t be undone. Sheleigh lives with me now. She’ll work out of the government center for the next few months. You’ll have access to her there.” “You’re separating her from our group?” “She has to remain near me for the next few months. It won’t interfere with her work, I assure you. She worked most of yesterday.” “I didn’t know. Sheleigh, I’ll stop in later today to see you. Where is your office?” “I’m sharing Harrier’s office.” At that moment she realized that it was Harrier who’d

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initiated the call. Why hadn’t he just told Dr. Barazi where she was? There was another short silence. Perhaps Dr. Barazi was wondering the same thing she just had. “I’ll see you later.” “Yes.” When the transmission ended, Kleet turned to her. “What does ‘married’ mean?” “It’s what the people in USP call the taking of a mate, but without a physical bond like you and I share. It’s a commitment a man and woman make to each other to live together and have children. It has legal and often religious meaning.” “Your people take a mate legally, but not with a physical bond.” He gave her a piercing look. “The union is held together only by words?” “Yes.” What was he digging for? “Do these unions hold together?” She groaned inwardly. She didn’t want to discuss the principal of divorce with him. “Many of them do. Many species in USP marry for life: Bonwee, Petrosians, Carisi and Grimari, to name a few.” “You didn’t name your own species.” “Kleet, I don’t want to discuss this topic.” His look sharpened even more. “Do any humans marry for life?” “Yes, many do. They marry because they love each other deeply and they stay married all their lives.” “What about the rest?” She gave an exasperated sigh. “They legally end the union. They go their separate ways. Many of them marry again. Some have better luck the second time. Some don’t.” There was a look of distaste on his face. “Each time you tell me about your society I like it less and less.” “That’s unfair. We have beauty, love and many wonderful things among humans. We have qualities that make us proud. We try. Humans try over and over to find a marriage that will last. We don’t give up just because the first one didn’t work out. We try again. Our whole history is full of people struggling and striving and never giving up. We hope and we dream. That keeps us trying. “Don’t disparage my society for failing and trying again. Your society failed once and you never made another attempt.” He stiffened. “What are you talking about?” “You had a bad experience with aliens hundreds of years ago. Now you hide what you are. You cower in fear. You’re afraid to try again with us, even though we’re more like the first species who came to you than the second. But you don’t want to give us a chance.” “I married you, didn’t I?” “You certainly did. But how much of a chance was it, really? You checked me out thoroughly, including the other night in my apartment.” “I had to make sure I could mate with you.” She gave him a withering look. “You discussed it with your parents before you married me. As I said, not a big chance at all.” “But not unlike your humans who try a second time at marriage.” She sighed. “Yes, it was like that.” He gathered her in his arms and she went eagerly. She tilted her face for a morning kiss. When the kiss ended, his eyes had darkened. “Are you still sore? It wasn’t too much for you last

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night?” “No. I like being joined with you. You can do whatever you want to me as long as we’re joined together.” “I can think of a few things I’d like to do.” He pushed her back on the bed and came over her. **** Dr. Barazi arrived in Harrier’s office mid morning. “Sheleigh, will you walk with me?” He looked pointedly at Harrier, indicating he wanted privacy. She went with him to the hydrolift. “The reception hall should be empty right now.” They stood in the room where she had made her fateful decision only days ago. Now she explained to her superior the permanent repercussions of that decision. “So you’re confined to Avera for life?” “I believe so. I’m told the mate bond relinquishes its constricting hold after several months. But I don’t think it will allow space travel or extended separations of time and distance.” “That’s unfortunate, especially since you didn’t become his mate voluntarily.” “I’m resigned to it, Dr. Barazi. Kleet’s a good man. He loves me and I care for him. There’s something else you need to know.” Her hand slid to her lower belly. His eyes tracked the movement and widened. “You’re pregnant?” “Yes. The family doctor believes it’s twins. I’m to be tested in a few days to verify the number of babies.” “So soon?” “I’m told Averan mate-claiming custom is extremely fertile.” Dr. Barazi’s face grew ruddy. He cleared his throat. “Then it’s irrevocable. I’m sorry to lose you.” “I’ll still work with you while you’re on Avera. I want to send a message to my parents, but the Avatier hasn’t decided if he’ll allow them to visit for the babies’ birth. Oh, that reminds me. The Averans are afraid of strangers because they were attacked by Malchovists.” “Malchovists! Here? Are we in danger?” He looked around as though searching for their enemy. “It was eight to ten generations ago, but thousands of people died. They still teach their children to fear strangers.” “We need to notify USP.” “I agree. But the Averans won’t allow anyone else on their planet. Kleet was adamant about that. There’s something else you need to know.” She told him about the lone stranger who taught the Averans about technology.” “So you were right, Sheleigh.” “It had to be the answer. It’s too bad the Malchovists came and ruined everything. They froze the Averans in time, in a way.” There was a step in the room. She turned to see Kleet coming toward them. He looked dashing in his cream shirt and dark brown trousers. Her heart sped up. He came right to her and slid his arm around her. Before she quite realized what he was doing, he had leaned down and kissed her possessively. It was as he was addressing Dr. Barazi afterwards that she realized he’d made a statement to her superior with that kiss. “Dr. Barazi, are you satisfied that Sheleigh is well? She’s made an excellent match with me.” Kleet appeared much larger than Dr. Barazi to her eyes, but that was only because he was

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so much more virile than the studious Amin was. “Sheleigh says you love her. That doesn’t make up for you claiming her as your mate without asking her first. But it prevents me from calling in USP.” Kleet stiffened. “Your USP has no say on Avera.” “We protect our own. If I thought you were trying to hold Sheleigh against her will, I’d call USP for help.” “So USP will use force against a lesser society to take what it wants?” His tone as he looked at her was accusatory. “No. That’s not what Dr. Barazi said. USP will use force to reclaim what belongs to it. I belong to USP, Kleet.” “You’re Averan first now.” He drew her flush against him. “I have to go back to work.” His voice was husky and his eyes had darkened. He leaned down to claim her lips again. It was longer than a customary good-bye kiss. Passion soon coursed through her, making her wish they were alone. He lifted his head. “Later.” She took it for the promise it was. “Good-bye Dr. Barazi.” He turned and left the hall. His cape flowing out behind him seemed to bounce happily with his stride. “He’s possessive of you.” Dr. Barazi reclaimed her attention. His gaze was sharply intent. “Yes. I can’t tell if it’s a result of the newness of the mate bond, the fact that I’m not Averan, or just Kleet’s personality. He pursued me rather single-mindedly before we married.” “The physical attraction between you is almost palpable. You’re sure it’s more than that?” Sheleigh explained how the mate bond felt, how it recognized Kleet’s touch, how they didn’t want to be separated. She tried to give a strictly scientific explanation of how she was joined to Kleet, but the wonder of it kept slipping into her words. What she said must have convinced Amin, because he nodded. “Averans will be the fourth species in USP who bond to permanent mates.” “If they join USP. They might not,” she cautioned. “You’re a member of the ruling family now. Use your influence with them.” “I can’t even get the Avatier to agree to let my parents come for the birth of my babies. The Averans are just too afraid. Allowing us here is an anomaly they don’t wish to repeat.” “But why? They’re intelligent, technologically advanced beings. Surely they can see we’re not a threat.” “I don’t think they’re as advanced as they appear. Yes, they know how to use technology, but they’re steeped in their old ways. They wear natural fibers for clothing. They eat natural foods grown in the earth or on trees, and animals cultivated for eating. Their gods are the sun and the moon, even though they know they’re not gods. They walk from wherever their transport sets them down to wherever they’re going because they don’t have wheeled vehicles. They’re like children playing dress-up.” Dr. Barazi peered at her. “I’m not sure about your analogy, but now that you mention these things, I believe you’re right.” “They need for something to happen to blow them out of their suspended animation before they agree to join USP. I just wish I knew what that something was.” **** The medical facility was modern, if she ignored the caves, and pristine. The machines weren’t the latest technology, but the Averans had been cut off from outside influences for ten

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generations. It was modern enough for her needs. The invasive cell count hurt only as much as a hard pinch. The diagnostic scan didn’t hurt at all. Then she got dressed and waited with Kleet for the results. He held her hand while they sat side by side. “Are you feeling more agreeable about the pregnancy, Shel?” She looked at him. His light eyes were warm gray today, reflecting his shirt. It was hard to be angry with him while the mate-bond surged through their connected hands. “I’m resigned to it. It doesn’t seem real yet anyway because I’m not round in the middle.” “You’ll get that way soon enough with multiple babies. I can’t wait.” “I don’t think I can handle more than two babies at once.” Panic fluttered in her like a trapped bird. “We’ll have help if there are more than two.” He paused and when he began again he spoke tentatively. “Shel, tomorrow morning will you fly the mating flight with me again?” Her heart jolted. “But we’re already mated.” “I want to fly you again tomorrow. You’ve already flown it once, so you shouldn’t be afraid next time.” She licked her dry lips. “There won’t be more babies, will there?” “No, that part’s already done. I just thought it would help to bring us closer.” She frowned. “Closer how?” His chest expanded on a breath, and then he breathed out. He’d never been hesitant before. “The mating flight is such a powerful bonding. I thought it might help you to love me.” Her breath whooshed out at the unexpected words. “Kleet, love doesn’t come from mating flights.” “It can on Avera. Won’t you let me try?” What could it hurt? Their first flight had bound them physically. Maybe the intimacy of the flight could help emotional intimacy to grow between them. “All right. We can try.” He squeezed her hand and leaned over to kiss her. He lingered until they heard the room door open. Dr. Rotairn came into the room bursting with suppressed energy. He smiled. Sheleigh gripped Kleet’s hand. Please don’t let there be more than two babies, she prayed. Dr. Rotairn sat in the chair facing them. “It’s twins.” Sheleigh let out a huge breath. Kleet whooped. “Identical twins--there’s almost identical DNA and one egg sac. Congratulations.” Kleet gathered her to him and kissed her hard. She kissed him back. She was lightheaded with relief that there were only two babies. She carried this man’s children. It was so unbelievable that this could have happened to her by the simple act of taking this man into her body. Kleet pulled back from her and just stared at her face. His gray eyes sparkled. “Two babies. Thank you, Shel.” She sputtered. “I didn’t have much to do with it. It was you and Avera.” He smiled, making her heart flip over. “Then thank the gods for Avera.” Dr. Rotairn cleared his throat. “I’ll send my report to the Avatier. He can take care of the formalities with the council. Sheleigh, I’ll see you in a month.” Kleet took her out of the medical center into the hot Averan sun. The heat was something real she could feel. She turned to him as they waited for their transport. “I can’t believe it.” “Dr. Rotairn doesn’t lie.” “No, I mean it can’t be real. This must be a dream. A week ago you and I were separate

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people. Now we’re part of each other.” She spread her hands over her belly. “We’ve made two lives that are an equal part of each of us. Things just don’t happen this fast.” Kleet tucked her face into the curve of his neck and pressed her to him with one arm. “This is the realization of a dream, not the dream itself. I love you, Shel.” She looked up into his face. “I wish I could say the same to you, Kleet.” “You will. Soon.” **** They stood on the cliff at dawn the next morning watching the sun rise. Kleet’s naked flesh pressed against her back. His erect penis prodded her buttocks. His arms were around her, allowing his fingers to flick her nipples to hardness. They would jump as soon as the sun warmed the air in the canyon below. He rubbed his penis against her, and then prodded between her legs. She widened her stance, allowing him access. He rubbed his cock between her legs. “Ummmm,” she moaned. She wanted him inside her. She felt the air eddying by her bare feet as she rose on tip toes to rub against his body. The pleasure was becoming intense. “Ready, Shel?” he murmured huskily. She nodded her head against him. His hands moved to her waist. She tensed. He tensed, and then tossed her out into the air. She felt him behind her as her stomach plummeted. The air rushed over her tender nipples, puckering them. His hands gripped her shoulders. His cock pushed between her legs, and then he thrust inside her. Her breath exploded out of her. He thrust vigorously into her widespread body. She clenched on him, wanting, needing. She panted. She needed more, more, more. Their bond tightened and so did her body. She exploded, dragging him with her. And then they were flying in her mind as well as in real life. It was beautiful, it was fantastic, it was fulfilling. They glided to earth, where Kleet held her tightly. “I love you,” he averred. “Kleet, you’re mine.” She felt more tightly bound to him, but love hadn’t come on this flight. He sighed. “We’ll try again in a few days.” “But Kleet ...” “It’s working. I felt it. We’re more tightly bound than we were before. This is the right way to become closer.” “All right. We’ll try again.” He kissed her. The kiss soon grew out of control as he lowered them to the ground. Sheleigh heard nothing over the mate-bond roaring through her veins. Then even that sound was consumed in the claiming of her mate.

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Chapter Twelve For the next three and a half weeks, they flew the mating flight at dawn three days a week. Dawn was the time when the sun warmed the air and the thermal currents made for an extended mating flight. Kleet used the additional air time to mercilessly imprint his body on hers. She was sore for hours afterward, but she wouldn’t give up their flights for anything. To be naked in the first rays of the rising sun was wonderfully pagan. To be naked with Kleet as he flew her was ecstasy. To be naked and falling weightless was the ultimate freedom, the ultimate high when you added in Kleet’s participation. Sheleigh hoarded these precious hours with Kleet as a miser hoarded gold. He carved the time out of his full schedule knowing how important it was to bind her tightly to him. And it was working. She felt how essential he became to her each time they flew. She felt how tightly he wove himself into the fabric of her being each time they landed. And she felt how much of herself she gave to him each time they were finished. She couldn’t prevent giving little pieces of her heart and soul to him when they flew. At night when they mated in bed she didn’t have this problem of giving bits away. But when they flew it was different--it was tradition, biology and animal instinct, and she felt like an Averan now when they flew. Whether it was the planet’s influence, the societal influence that drove even non-flyers to fly mating flights, or whether it was Kleet himself, she didn’t know. She only knew that she jumped from the cliffs willingly now and sought the air as one born to it. Kleet’s bare body brushed against her naked back and riveted her thoughts on the here and now. She prepared herself for his first violent thrust into her body, the one that fought the wind to join with her and won. There was a soft thudding sound behind her, and then quickly another, like a fist hitting flesh. Kleet grunted in pain. He slammed heavily into her back and she lost her aerodynamic pose. She plummeted a few feet before she righted herself by grabbing him. “Kleet! What happened?” she screamed at him. His face looked odd. “Shot,” he managed the thick word. His pupils contracted to pinpoints as the color leeched from his face. “What are you saying?” she demanded, unable to fathom that they might be in peril. “Can’t fly,” he murmured in her ear as his left arm clutched at her. “Got my wing.” Sheleigh glanced past his right arm and that’s when she saw his right side from mid chest down was covered in blood. “Kleet, you’re hurt!” He bled freely from a deep ugly gash in his side and he said his wing was hit. They were plummeting to their deaths for sure if he couldn’t slow their descent at the crucial moment. “Kleet, you’ve got to slow us down so that the fall doesn’t kill us!” She almost laughed at the complete absurdity of that statement. For sure they were going to die. “Can’t move it at all,” he groaned. She realized he meant his wing. What to do? And it had to be done quickly. Without their limbs being spread they were dropping like stones. Kleet had wings but couldn’t use them. But she had arms that worked. Could she spread his wings for him? If so, she would have to be behind him. She had to try. She turned him around forcefully and pushed him face down. He grunted in pain. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hands under his wings to spread them. Kleet groaned.

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She forced his wings out until they caught the air and with all the strength in her body she held the wings arched against the buffet of the wind. Her muscles burned with the effort, but their descent began to slow. The ground was rushing up to meet them, she noted, but all her energy had to go into saving them. Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, one hundred meters. The ground grew ever closer. They had more glide than drop now. Fifty meters, twenty, ten, five. “Hold on Shel!” His feet hit first but he flexed just as he hit and began running. Sheleigh dropped from his back and they both fell forward onto the ground with a tremendous “oomph.” Kleet took the brunt of their fall. She just lay on him, breathing in great draughts of air and unable to move for a moment, even though she knew he needed room to breathe. They were alive! Her desperate actions had made the difference that saved them. Sheleigh choked back a sob, but a second one escaped her, then tears fell freely down her cheeks as she released the terror that had seized her during their fall. What if they had died? What if she had lost what she had with Kleet, the love she hadn’t expected to find, not now and not here? She scrambled off him and dropped to her knees by his side. She grimaced at the pain, for her knees were raw and bloody. Her palms were scraped but not bleeding. Kleet’s wings were extended so she couldn’t see his bloody side. She grabbed his shoulder and began to roll his big body over, looking him over carefully as he moved. He was unconscious, his body slack, his face white. As his wing moved away from his body a wide, bloody gash appeared on his side, running from his chest to his back. That side, hip and leg were covered with blood and encrusted dirt. There were scattered spatters and streaks of blood on his chest, groin and the front of his legs. It had been a messy flight and an even messier landing. So much blood! Her hands hovered over the gash, wondering what to do to stop the flow of blood. He wasn’t bleeding profusely to indicate an artery had been hit, just steadily enough to worry her that he might bleed to death if the guards took too long to find them. Surely someone had noticed that their mating flight was irregular. Kleet was the heir, after all, so she assumed the guards didn’t give them complete privacy in the air. This one time she hoped the guards had been watching. Since they were both naked, she had nothing to stop the bleeding or bind the wound. She had only her hands, which were covered with dirt. Kleet didn’t need any more dirt in the wound. His chest rose and fell with labored breathing, and she found that reassuring. She moved to his outstretched wing and there the damage made her wince in sympathy. There was an eightmillimeter diameter hole torn out of the center of the wing. The hole was bloody, the surrounding feathers were raggedly torn and some were missing. Closer to Kleet’s body was another hole. This must have been the shot that hit his body on the way to his wings. A killing rage filled her as she hovered over her mate’s mutilated wing and torn body. Some deranged fanatic wanted Kleet dead simply because he had wings. The holes in Kleet’s wings were their own message: “Die because you’re different from us.” If she had the shooter here now, she would strangle him or her with her bare hands. She was that angry. Their death would have the purity of vengeance to justify it, whereas their attack on Kleet had no justification. There was none in thinking to advance a cause by killing the principals of the opposing viewpoint. Fanatics throughout Earth’s history had proven that beyond a doubt. There was no outlet for her rage, her terror had evaporated, her grief was locked in her

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throat and chest, but her love found an outlet. Here her mate lay, torn, battered and suffering, possibly dying. She must comfort him and give him love if this was to be all she had of him. Although she prayed for more time with him. She moved around near his head and gathered his heavy, lax body up on her knees and into her arms. She felt stronger just touching him. Her mate bond with him always had that effect. She stroked his dark hair back from his wide brow and kissed his forehead. “You’re going to live, Kleet. You must live. I need you. I’ve only just found you and I need more time with you, years more time. I need years of holding your hand, decades of holding you in my arms, a lifetime of flying mating flights with you. Your children need you to be a loving father to them. They don’t want to be raised in a fatherless household or with a stepfather who isn’t you. Help is coming--you have to hold on until they arrive. Hold onto me, Kleet. Hold on tight.” She continued to murmur to him, words that came to her mind but she paid no attention to their meaning as they passed her lips. She knew only that her mate must live. She kissed what she could of his face, ignoring a pain in her back as she stretched down to him. Her discomforts must be ignored until Kleet was safe. An unknown increment of time passed while she held him and showered him with affection and willed him to live. Finally she heard the pounding of many boots and the clink of weapons, and she looked up to see four burly guards appear around a boulder. To their credit she saw desperation and deep concern on their faces, and this allayed her fears of an inside conspiracy. They hesitated as they saw their fallen master, and then moved quickly to his aid. “What happened?” the senior guard demanded, hauling Kleet’s shirt out of a duffel to use to clean the wound. She laid Kleet’s head on the ground before answering. “Someone shot him in the wings. Someone wanted him dead because he has wings.” The fierce anger was back and the nonwinged guard’s head snapped up. “Not me, my lady! I don’t begrudge others their wings.” “Someone without wings tried to kill the heir. This person must be found and punished,” she insisted heatedly. One of the guards pulled out a communicator and began rapid-fire instruction to whoever was on the other end. She turned her attention back to the two guards working determinedly over Kleet. They’d found something white to bind the wound and were fastening it around him. Kleet’s normally burnished skin was nearly as pale as the bandages. If she hadn’t been paying as close attention as she was, she would have missed the expression of pain that crossed the faces of the guards when they saw the damage to Kleet’s wing. At that point, although she knew nothing about wings, she knew it was very serious. They were oddly gentle as they handled the damaged wing. She’d never thought of Kleet’s wings as being fragile, but now she realized they were just lightweight feathers over muscles, tendons and a frame considerably lighter than his body. Look what damage the projectile had done to his heavier body. “Is a doctor coming?” she asked, simply wanting to hear confirmation. “A medic will be here momentarily. Then we’ll fly immediately to the medical facility.” “I thought we were going to die, all four of us.” The guards winced. They had failed to protect their charges. “That fanatic might have killed me and the future heirs while he was trying to kill the current heir. Maybe that was his plan, to wipe out Kleet’s line. But everyone knows I’m non-winged. We don’t know yet if the babies are winged or non-winged. What kind of

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fanaticism kills the innocent as well as the one they deem to be guilty?” She knew the answer to this question from thousands of years of Earth history and the deaths of millions of innocents. Still, she felt compelled to say the words aloud. Maybe she could find some logic in this madness if she tried hard enough. Or maybe she could find just a moment of peace if she understood anything that had happened today. A whooping sound in the air high above them told of an air transport dropping into the canyon. The sound and the reverberating echo grew louder and louder as it neared them, and the decibel level was almost painful. They all crouched low over Kleet and the transport landed thirty feet in front of them. Three of the guards hoisted Kleet’s lax body between them and moved quickly to the vehicle. The fourth guard pulled her to her feet and she was glad of his assistance. She’d stiffened in her crouch next to Kleet and had been having difficulty attempting to rise. Now she welcomed his supporting hand under her elbow. As she climbed into the transport she noted with satisfaction that the medic was working on Kleet, setting up intravenous products. She folded her body to the floor close to Kleet. The metal floor of the transport was cold against her naked flesh and for the first time she remembered that she was naked in front of all these people. Her breasts with their nipples taut from the cooler air of the canyons had been fully viewed by the male guards, the male medic, the female pilot and male co-pilot. Everyone had seen her thatch, which only her mate should have seen. Her buttocks had been viewed, and there was no telling what else they had seen! She was mortified, even though in the seriousness of the situation she realized these people would be paying little attention to her nudity. “Where are my clothes?” She was proud of the steadiness of her voice. A guard handed her a bundle and her movements as she began to dress attracted the medic’s attention. “My lady, you’re injured. Please don’t cover your injuries until I can see to them.” “I’m not injured.” She continued to pull on her shirt, controlling her winces at the painful movement of her bruised and battered body. “You’re bloody. Please wait for me to tend your wounds.” “It’s Kleet’s blood. I just have scrapes and bruises.” “Your knees need attention. Please don’t cover them. You’ll drive the dirt in deeper and risk infection.” “I need to cover myself. Don’t you understand the desire for modesty?” she flared at him. “Don’t we have a robe on board for our lady?” the medic yelled. Moments later a robe was handed to her and she gratefully pulled it on. Its button front made easy access to her knees. “You’re lucky the heir could land you safely with his wing damaged,” the medic observed. “He couldn’t move it at all. I had to hold his wings open,” she refuted. A look of incredulity appeared on the faces of the medic and the guards. “You helped him to fly?” “It was that or die. I saw no other choice.” There was awe and something else in the medic’s eyes before he turned back to Kleet. “What kind of weapon makes holes that big?” she demanded of the medic. “Nothing that should be used on living things.” His reply was angry. “It looks like it might have been made by one of the pieces of equipment rock climbers use to blast hand and footholds in rock. How they got it to shoot that far ...” he stopped when he looked at her face. Someone had used rock blasting equipment on Kleet’s flesh!

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“That’s sadistic and savage. That man must be punished.” Her outburst was heated vitriol. “Yes, my lady,” the head guard replied. Anguish scored his face, while his voice promised vengeance. She laid her hand on Kleet’s body, needing contact with him, and that helped when the medic began to clean her knees. The bloody gouges would probably leave scars. “How did this happen?” the medic’s voice was gentle. “We were still going too fast when we hit the ground,” she said simply. He flinched.

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Chapter Thirteen Sheleigh must have been lulled into a somnolent state from adrenalin drop, tiredness, the retreat of fear and the white noise hum of the engine, because suddenly the door of the transport opened and guards and medical personnel buzzed around her like angry bees. Kleet’s body was slid out on its stretcher and someone helped her to rise and follow stiffly after him. The bandages on her knees hindered a fluid stride. For the first time since coming to this planet she saw weapons being carried openly instead of being holstered. The looks on the guards’ faces were menacing and she was grateful for their alertness, although she wished it had come sooner. Much sooner. Their heir had been attacked and in the aftermath they were protecting him from a second attack. She was reminded of the adage of closing the barn door after the horse had escaped. Or was the horse gone? “Is there still a known threat to Kleet?” she demanded of the guard captain. “The city is restless today. There were three acts of violence so far this morning.” “And yet you allowed us to go to the cliffs where we were the most vulnerable,” she exclaimed. “No one interferes with a mating flight, my lady! You’re an alien and it’s common knowledge that the heir is having difficulty binding your alien self to him.” Sheleigh flinched. “But the heir has chosen you, so if it takes years of mating flights to bind you, we’ll take the two of you to the cliffs for as long as it takes, no matter what. And each time we’ll hope he succeeds.” She was completely flabbergasted by his view of her relationship with Kleet. Although it was emotional binding that Kleet was building with her, not physical binding, as the guard thought. Still, the guard said it was a commonly held opinion that she and Kleet had separateness between them. She wondered if Kleet had heard this rumor, and then realized that he must have. What a blow to him it must be, like rubbing salt into a wound, to know his people thought he had failed to completely bind his mate. Did his people think him weak that he’d failed? Did they lose confidence in him? Did they question his sanity or mental reasoning in choosing an alien to be his mate? What had she done to him by not loving him, and done to the way his people thought of him? Even though she hadn’t chosen him, and had had no say in the choice, she was ashamed that she had brought Kleet to this. “My lady, if you’ll go with this other doctor, she’ll see to your injuries.” An older, distinguished-looking gentleman--clearly an important man by the aura of confidence surrounding him--tried to pry her from Kleet’s side. It was too much for her. “If you think you’re separating me from my mate, you’d better not plan on touching him. Because if you do, you’ll be removed from his care so fast your head will spin. I’m staying with him, no matter what. So accept it or get out of my sight.” This last was said with a deadly hiss. The doctor hesitated, clearly rattled. It was probably the first time anyone had ever questioned his authority. “My lady, I understood you weren’t bound to him.” “Clearly you were misinformed. Kleet bound me tightly to him in our first flight together. He has some trouble handling a woman with an independent mind, but you seem to have the same trouble, doctor. Perhaps it’s a species failing. But if you think I’ll move away from Kleet so

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that a second attack on him will succeed where the first seems to have failed, you’re wrong. The next projectile will have to tear through my flesh to get to his. Had I known what was happening this morning, I would have moved to protect him with my body. I should have moved ...” “My lady,” one of the guards objected. Sheleigh reigned in her emotions. “Well, doctor? Time is getting away from us. What’s your decision?” His shoulders sagged. “Come with us.” Sheleigh held Kleet’s left hand as he lay on his left side. She watched the surgical team repair the damage to Kleet’s right side and then work began on his wing. It was tedious and very stressful to the surgeons and staff, most of who were winged. Masks covered their mouths so she couldn’t see whether they were frowning. But their foreheads were furrowed and their eyes held concern, resignation and pity. This last emotion told her the horrible, unpalatable, unacceptable truth. The wing was more than likely crippled, unsalvageable, and Kleet would not fly again. She must have made a sound as her grief for Kleet moved over her and her eyes overflowed with tears that spilled down her cheeks. The chief surgeon looked up at her. “You should go now, my lady. You’re imagining the worst.” “If it can be reality for Kleet, then I can stand here and accept the truth head on. I won’t hide from what all of you know to be true.” He didn’t deny her words, just went back to his work. Sheleigh felt a pain deep in her abdomen, but she forced knowledge of it from her mind. Nothing else could happen to her and Kleet today. Finally the wing was bandaged and bound to Kleet’s body. The staff then went to work on his numerous scrapes and abrasions. One of the female staff washed Kleet while checking for damage. Sheleigh watched the hands touching her mate’s naked body and noticed they were slightly less clinical in their perusal. When they moved to his genitals she knew a violent jealousy. The woman stayed too long in what was Sheleigh’s legal territory. Sheleigh stepped forward to grip the offending arm in a painful vise. “Get your hands off my mate,” she hissed lethally for the woman’s ears alone. She gave the woman a killing look and she shriveled under Sheleigh’s glare. Quickly the woman moved to another part of Kleet’s body. Sheleigh made sure the rest of her ministrations were kept strictly clinical. Obviously this woman had heard the same rumor the guards and the doctor had. One of the doctors had noticed the byplay and his eyes widened. Well, the word would be out now that she was possessive about her mate. Perhaps the stories that spread from today would do much to restore Kleet in his people’s eyes. She moved restlessly under another pain low in her abdomen. Be calm, she told the babies in her mind. Your father will be all right. She dared not touch her abdomen to comfort the babies while so many observant eyes were watching. Kleet was transferred to a clean gurney, his lower body covered with a sheet, and she walked with him out of the surgery. In the corridor they met Kelfer and Lefair. She was immediately enveloped in their concern for her and Kleet. Kelfer stared down helplessly at the pale face of his unconscious son. Here was the most powerful man on the planet and the grief on his face told of his frustration at not preventing what happened to Kleet. “The guards told us what happened. How bad is it, Dr. Nelarn?” The important doctor now had a name, because he was the one who answered. “The heir will fully recover from the wound to his side. He’ll be months rebuilding muscle tone, strength and tendon control again and he’ll be in pain, but he’ll recover.” He took a deep breath. Here it comes. “The damage to his right wing was extensive. Several main vanes and muscles were

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destroyed. The first bony arch was shattered. I don’t think he’ll ever be able to fly again.” Lefair’s cry tore at Sheleigh’s heart. How painful it must be to see your child crippled in some way. She didn’t think of Kleet as being crippled, because to her, flight was an unnatural addition to being alive and able to walk, talk and function. But to these people the loss of flight was like losing an arm or leg, or an eye. They mourned the evolution to flightlessness. They thought of those without the ability to fly as lesser, as without something fundamental. Therein lay the conflict that had exploded and wounded Kleet today. Kleet would be just as devastated as his parents clearly were now. Sheleigh would have to understand something she had been unable to grasp for the four weeks she had been mated. They thought of themselves as ordinary, while she thought of them as extraordinary. If she failed to understand Kleet’s grief, she could lose him. After she had discovered her heart’s desire today, she couldn’t risk losing him. Another pain stabbed her and she turned her gasp of pain into an offer of sympathy for Lefair. She hugged the older woman and accepted the comfort of caring arms around her. If not her mate, then her mate’s mother would have to do. “Were you injured, Sheleigh?” Lefair wiped her eyes as she inquired. “Scrapes and bruises mostly. My knees took the brunt of it.” She chose her words carefully to minimize the danger in the story and edit out the word “wings.” She caught Kelfer’s sharp, incisive look over his wife’s head and knew that he knew there was more she wasn’t telling. He probably had the entire story from the guards anyway. “I need to shower and dress. I’m filthy with dirt and blood and I’m tired of wearing this robe. I don’t even have anything on my feet.” Here was something Lefair could take care of. She took charge immediately. “Those things are easily remedied. Dr. Nelarn, I assume Sheleigh can use the facilities in Kleet’s private room?” “Of course. We need to get the heir out of the corridor. His room is just down the hall.” The entourage of guards, ruling family and medical staff moved down the hall, gathering stares as the family was recognized. Sheleigh was glad to see the concern on people’s faces as they looked at Kleet. His family had been fairly good rulers for generations. Except for the unhappy radical fringe, the populace as a whole had been happy and prosperous. Now things might change. Kleet was carefully transferred to the bed and the doctor fussed with IV lines until he was satisfied. Kelfer took him by the arm and the two older men went out in the corridor, undoubtedly to discuss the grislier aspects of Kleet’s medical procedures and condition. Fortunately none of the medical staff remembered to treat her. She didn’t think she could pass intense medical scrutiny right now, what with the pains coming more frequently. She feared a miscarriage almost as much as she feared being examined for it. To lose Kleet’s babies when he might never be able to fly again might mean they would remain childless their entire marriage. Logically she knew that babies were created by the act of sexual intercourse, no matter how it was performed. But the mystical part of her that had been born the first time Kleet flew her told her that fertility would only happen for her and Kleet during a mating flight. Now was not the time for another loss. When Kleet awoke he would be told of his condition. Were he also to be told that his children were dead he might not survive the double blow. The platitudes pronounced by unthinking people, like, “You’ll have other children,” did not take into account the love and connection parents already felt for the baby that had died. Kleet loved his babies and wanted them very much. She had every intention of giving them to

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him in eight months’ time. A guard brought her clothes from the air transport. She closed herself in the bathing room of Kleet’s room, away from her mother-in-law’s prying eyes. She stripped off the hated robe and stepped under the heated water of the shower. The heat felt good on her bruises and her back, but stung her abrasions. She scrubbed several times with soap, until she felt clean and human again. But no amount of scrubbing would make the pains stop coming. She doubled over finally and cried her despair out into the wall. Despite their unorthodox and painful conception, she now wanted her babies. They were the physical manifestation of Kleet’s love for her, part of both him and her. She wrapped her arms tightly around her belly, trying to comfort the babies and keep them in her body. “Don’t leave me,” she begged them. “Sheleigh, what’s the matter?” Lefair’s voice came to her through the shower glass. No! Kleet’s mother couldn’t handle this. “Nothing.” She tried to sound carefree, but the words came out through her clenched teeth. “Sheleigh, I’m coming in there.” “No! I just need to cry a little. I need privacy.” The water snapped off and Lefair placed a towel around her shaking body. “Is it the babies?” “No, there’s nothing wrong with the babies. Please, I just need to be alone.” “The doctor might be able to stop what’s happening if he has enough time.” Sheleigh looked at her mother-in-law with grudging hope. “You’re not bleeding yet, are you?” “No. Just pain.” “Then let the doctor help you. He can stop the contractions.” “All right.” Lefair no sooner left the bathing room then what seemed like an army of medical personnel invaded the room and surrounded her. Her towel was stripped away. The female doctor demanded, “How long have you been having pains?” “Since Kleet’s surgery.” “A couple of hours. How often are the pains coming?” “Every few minutes.” “No bleeding?” “No.” “Did you strike your abdomen when you hit the ground?” “No. I fell on my knees and on Kleet.” “I need to examine you, my lady. Please come with me now.” “I don’t want a miscarriage.” Sheleigh allowed them to lay her onto a stretcher. Outside the bathing room they placed the stretcher onto a gurney. Kelfer was standing with his arm around Lefair, his face white. She had a moment to realize she was naked in front of her in-laws. “I don’t want to be naked!” A blanket was thrown over her and she welcomed its warmth. She felt strangely chilled. “I don’t feel well ...” It was the last coherent thought she had for a very long time.

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Chapter Fourteen Through a murky nightmarish hell, huge raptors came out of the sky to tear at her flesh while she fell from the cliff. They tried to cut Kleet’s babies from her belly. They screamed at her, “Non wingeds must die! Non wingeds must die!” while their sharp claws scored painfully across her abdomen. She screamed and screamed for help, for Kleet, but he didn’t come. No one helped her fight off the raptors. Over and over they attacked her, until she lay shredded and bleeding on the canyon floor. She cried pitifully for Kleet. “Shhh, he’s sleeping, dear,” a female voice soothed. “Why won’t anyone help me? It hurts!” “They can’t give you a lot of painkiller because of the babies.” “The babies are gone! They took them!” Sheleigh began to cry huge wrenching sobs that tore painfully at her abdomen. The pain made her cry all the harder. “No one took your babies. Stop crying like that before you rip out the sutures.” Kelfer’s stern voice made her subside to gulping sobs. “You had an aneurism that burst. You hemorrhaged. A result of hitting the ground this morning. The doctors had to do surgery to save your life, but you and the babies are fine. Do you understand?” “The babies are still inside me? Then why does it hurt so much?” “I told you. You had surgery to stop the hemorrhage. You’ve been ranting and screaming about being attacked by something, but none of that was real. You were having a nightmare. Anesthesia has that affect on some people.” “Where’s Kleet? I need him. Please help me.” “You can’t be moved right now and neither can Kleet.” “Where is he?” She looked around wildly, but didn’t recognize the room. This wasn’t Kleet’s room. Remnants of the nightmare and whatever drug they’d given her remained to muddle her thinking, making her doubt what was real and what wasn’t. “What aren’t you telling me? Is Kleet dead? Tell me!” Her voice edged toward hysteria. “Calm down and be reasonable. Kleet is asleep in his room. You’re reacting to the anesthesia. As soon as you’re stable, you’ll be moved into Kleet’s room. Then you’ll be able to see him.” “You’re lying. He’s dead. Dead, because he had wings. My babies are dead. Dead because they didn’t have wings. Now I have nothing. No mate, no babies!” She sobbed harshly, her heart breaking. She heard Kelfer’s harsh voice barking commands to someone. “Get the doctor. Have her bring a sedative.” She felt Lefair’s smooth hand in hers and she tried to beg her forgiveness. “I didn’t kill the babies. It wasn’t my fault. I wanted Kleet’s babies. I wanted Kleet. What they’re saying isn’t true--don’t believe them. He bound me before he died, he did. I was his. But he’ll never fly me again.” Sheleigh broke down completely, sobbing in despair. She would never be happy again. There would be only loneliness and emptiness in her future without Kleet. A prick on her arm sent her spiraling down into oblivion, hoping to find her mate there. When she awoke the room was dim and she was confused. There was a jumble of strange

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dreams in her mind. She’d dreamed she’d married a man with wings. A dark-haired woman was sitting in a chair beside her bed. “Momma?” “No dear, it’s me.” Lefair’s gentle voice soothed across her mind and the smooth hand took hers in a warm grip. “Is that what you call your mother?” “Yes. I thought you were her for a moment. Your coloring is similar to hers. I had the strangest dreams and I feel all fuzzyheaded. Where am I?” “You’ve been ill, dear. Now stay calm. Do you remember what happened this morning?” “Kleet was almost killed. So was I.” She wouldn’t hide the truth from Lefair any more. Her mother-in-law was stronger than she looked. “Yes. You must have hit the ground harder than you thought. You ruptured one of the blood vessels surrounding your womb and you hemorrhaged. That’s why you thought you were having a miscarriage. The surgeons had to open you up and drain the internal bleeding and repair the blood vessel. The pain in your abdomen is where they cut you open to save your life. You’ll have pain there for several weeks and you’ll be confined to bed for at least a month. You won’t be allowed to stress that area of your body. It must have taken a tremendous shock when you landed.” “It didn’t seem that hard a landing, but I know we were going far too fast. So the babies are safe?” “Quite safe now. You frightened us nearly to death. Don’t ever try to hide something as important as a possible miscarriage ever again.” “I knew we couldn’t handle losing the babies today, not after Kleet ... anyway, I couldn’t face a miscarriage, so I tried to will it away.” “It was the wrong thing to do, especially in your case. You could have bled to death from the hemorrhage.” Sheleigh swallowed hard. Death had stalked her twice today, eager to claim her life. Was it still stalking her? “I’m going to be well, though?” “Yes. The babies are well, and Kleet is resting comfortably.” “Has he been awake at all?” “For a few minutes a while ago. He was very disoriented. His father spoke to him but isn’t sure if Kleet understood or not. He asked for you. Kelfer told him you were asleep, which was true enough at the time.” “I’d like to see him.” “The doctors won’t let you be moved until tomorrow. They’re taking no chances after all that’s happened to you today.” Sheleigh was disappointed. She would have to lie here alone until tomorrow. She was used to being active, although she didn’t have the energy to do anything right now. She’d been used to sleeping alone, but a month being in Kleet’s arms every night had changed her permanently. “What time is it, Lefair?” Lefair looked at her wrist chrono. “It’s after eight in the evening. Kelfer wanted to see you when you woke up. I’ll go sit with Kleet and relieve him.” She rose and came to the bed. “I’m glad you’re going to be all right, Sheleigh.” “Thank you.” In a few minutes Kelfer entered the room and walked up to her bed. “Are you feeling better, Sheleigh?”

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“Yes. I guess I acted strangely earlier today. All I remember is really bad nightmares.” “We don’t know yet all the native chemicals that might affect you adversely. The anesthesia is obviously one of those we need to be careful of in the future.” He patted her hand. “I need to ask you questions about this morning, if you’re up to it.” “I’m up to it. Did they catch the man who shot Kleet?” “Not yet. Those canyons are a warren of escape routes. We’ve posted a million credit reward, though. Someone will sell him out for the reward money. “Sheleigh, did you see him? Did you see anything that could help identify him?” “I didn’t know anything was happening until Kleet hit me in the back. I didn’t even know he’d been shot until minutes after it happened. After that I was too busy worrying about dying to notice anything but the ground rushing up at us.” “Has anyone approached you, sent you communications, followed you, or shown undue interest in your life or your daily schedule?” “No, but I haven’t paid attention to things like that. I didn’t know I had to. No one notified us that there was impending violence on this planet.” “I didn’t take the rumblings of discontent seriously enough. Now I’m deadly serious about these radicals. Do the other humans know your schedule?” Sheleigh looked at Kelfer in shock. “They didn’t have anything to do with what happened today! I resent your implication that they did.” She pulled her hand away from him. “Perhaps indirectly one of them mentioned something to someone they didn’t realize was a radical, or who works with the radical faction. It’s hard to tell who’s in league with whom. One of your group may have spoken about you and not understood what information they were giving away. We’re going to have to question your entire group.” “Sure, begin your hunt with the aliens. You didn’t have any problems before we came, did you?” she asked bitterly. Because of her connection to Kleet, her group would be interrogated and suspected, possibly victimized. It was like the history of Earth repeating itself on Avera. “It’s a logical place to begin, Sheleigh ...” “Kleet and I have been flying mating flights three days a week for a month. We use almost the same three days each week, go the same time each day, fly the same way there and the same way back, use the same cliff. We fly a similar flight each time and spend a similar number of minutes in the air. We’ve developed a pattern. We’re predictable. And I was told it’s common knowledge that the heir was having difficulty binding my alien self to him. Even the doctor had heard the story. The whole planet surely knows the heir has not bound me and that he flies me regularly to accomplish this goal.” Her words were bitter. “Look to your own species for suspects.” “I ... wasn’t aware the story was that widespread or that you’d heard it.” “I heard it for the first time today. I assume Kleet has heard it?” “Yes. I asked him about it and he assured me you were physically bound to him.” “I am, and I have been since the first mating flight. He’s been trying to make me love him.” Kelfer sputtered, “By flying you?” Then his eyes grew crafty. “Will he succeed?” “The shooting today accomplished that goal. When I knelt in the dirt with Kleet’s bloody body in my arms I realized that I can’t live without him. I gave myself completely to him at that moment.” He sighed. “Then there is one good thing to come out of this horrible mess. Lefair told

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you that you’re to be confined to your bed for the next month?” “Yes. I’ll go crazy being stuck in bed. I’ll want my work. I must have something to do.” “I’ll have a medical bed installed in the common area of the house before you’re released from here. Someone can carry you downstairs each day so that you won’t be all alone. But if I find out you’re overexerting, I’ll order you to your bedroom and there you’ll stay. “And that brings up another topic I must address. With you and Kleet both injured, you won’t be able to share the same bed without causing one another pain. I’ll move your things to the bedroom across the hall from Kleet’s room.” “Kleet won’t agree to that.” “I’ll make it an order. You’ve had serious surgery and mustn’t be jolted too much. He’ll be restless with pain while he heals. He’ll make the sacrifice for you because he loves you. And you’ll do the same for him because you love him.” “I think Kleet will need me, don’t you?” “You’ll have a week together here in the medical center, then a week, maybe two at home. You’ll have plenty of time together.” But not physical time together. If they were both in physical pain they would be wary of touching one another in case they made the pain worse. Kleet wouldn’t get the support he needed if he and she had to hold back. His father had watched Kleet be an independent man for most of his thirty-five years. He must have forgotten what it was like to be newly mated and to yearn for your mate with all of your being, to feel incomplete without your mate. Because he’d forgotten, he didn’t realize that this was the stage of Kleet’s relationship with her. Kleet wasn’t as independent as he’d been before they mated. Now he was a half of a whole. But how could she tell Kleet’s father that Kleet was needy. His father wouldn’t believe it. She couldn’t think of any argument that Kelfer would hear and she wasn’t physically able to make demands right now. But she felt strongly that Kelfer was making a serious mistake. “Tell me how you helped Kleet to fly.” His voice was tinged with awe. “I couldn’t believe it when the guard told me.” She relayed the events of that morning from her perspective and relived again in her mind the terrifying descent and the desperation that drove her to act as she did for their survival. She was amazed at her own actions, now that she could see them from a distance of time and with clear-headedness. Having nothing else to consume her thoughts, she could tell from her memories that they had hit the ground much harder than she thought they had when it happened. Her adrenalin must have been sky high for her not to have felt the impact more. “The wonder is that you and Kleet weren’t hurt more seriously than you were.” “I was just thinking a similar thought. I was pumped full of adrenalin. Kleet must have been, too.” “Your actions averted a terrible tragedy. I thank you for saving my son’s life. And your own, and my grandchildren’s, of course.” “I know this is painful for you, but I need to know how Kleet will react to being flightless.” “We don’t know that for a certainty. As long as he has wings, there’s still hope.” “I saw the doctors’ faces in the surgery. The damage was extensive. They don’t believe he’ll ever fly again.” “We can buy the best reconstructionists on the planet to fix Kleet’s wing. It might take awhile, but he’ll fly again. You’ll see. We’re very stubborn, we Kryszans. Kleet comes from a long line of strong men. This is just a temporary setback for him.”

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So it was going to be denied instead of faced head on. She sighed. Denial would make it harder on everyone in the long run. She would have to research the stages of grief, because she remembered something about denial being one of the stages. She would have to drop the subject for now. Lethargy pulled at her and her eyes grew heavy. “I’ve tired you, my dear. You need to sleep to regain your strength. Rest now.” “I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice was plaintive. “Lefair will come and sit with you awhile until the medical center tells us it’s time to leave.” “Kleet,” her last conscious thought was to want her mate.

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Chapter Fifteen The moment Sheleigh saw Kleet didn’t come fast, but after she saw him she forgot all about the wait. “Shel, you’re hurt!” he exclaimed. She couldn’t answer for a moment as she breathed through the pain of being moved into the bed next to Kleet’s. Even though they were gentle, the jostling to the incision stole her breath. Kelfer stepped agilely into the silence. “Sheleigh had surgery. The fall caused an aneurism that ruptured. She’s fine now, but she’s confined to bed for a month.” “But I remember my feet being on the ground. We didn’t fall.” Kleet’s voice was harried. “How hard did you touch down?” “I don’t remember. But my feet were on the ground.” “You were running,” Sheleigh managed to say at last. Kleet looked at her with apology written on his face and she realized suddenly that no one had told him about his wing. Oh, damn. Obviously they wanted her presence before they talked to Kleet. “How do you feel?” he asked her, his voice intimate and loving, and she was warmed clear through. She wished his bed was closer so that she could hold his hand. “It hurts to move. A lot. I’ve never had abdominal surgery before ...” “Abdominal surgery! The babies, are they all right?” He tried to rise from the bed. Kelfer placed a restraining hand on his agitated son. “Calm down. The babies are just fine. The medical staff has monitored Sheleigh and the babies very closely for the past day.” That was news to her. “Dr. Rotairn has been here overseeing both of your care. In fact, he’ll be here soon to check on both of you again.” Oh, double damn. The news was about to be presented and she didn’t think she was ready for it. “Kleet, how do you feel?” “I also hurt to move. I wish someone would help me turn over on my stomach. It hurts terribly to lie on my wing. It hurts more now than when I was shot.” “Oh, Kleet. If only I’d known, I would have thrown my body in front of you to protect you.” “No! No, Shel. You would’ve been killed.” “I thought you were dying yesterday. All that blood and then you lay so still after we landed. I would rather have given my own life than to see you killed.” There was a strange light in Kleet’s eyes and a question was clearly forming on his lips, but it went unasked as Dr. Rotairn entered the room. He must have been waiting until she got settled in her bed. “Kleet, I’m glad you’re awake. We need to discuss your condition.” Clearly the man was unhappy about having to break his news, because his smile kept slipping. He walked up to Kleet’s bedside, on the side closest to her so that she was behind him where Kleet could see her. Kleet’s parents stood on the opposite side of his bed. “Kleet, you received some terrible wounds yesterday. The wound to your side will heal

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eventually. The wounds to your wing ... well, we’re just not sure. If they heal as they are now, you won’t be able to use that wing. Your father has mentioned reconstructionists to me. Now I’m not sure what they can do for you, but I think we should try one and see what he or she recommends.” Kleet had paled. “What are you trying to say? You said I can’t use the wing the way it is. You mean I can’t fly, at all, until a reconstructionist works on it? What would a reconstructionist do?” “Well, I’m not a reconstructionist, but there was damage to the major vanes, to the muscles, and structural damage. That would all have to be repaired, rebuilt.” “You can’t rebuild wings.” Kleet’s voice was hoarse. “We don’t have the technology and knowledge to do that.” Kelfer tried to calm his son. “We don’t know exactly what needs to be done yet, Kleet. Wait until the reconstructionist examines you.” Kleet’s expression was strained. “How long would these repairs take, if they could be done?” Dr. Rotairn answered him. “I’m just making a guess, you understand. But I think we’re talking several months soonest and perhaps several years if multiple corrective procedures are required.” “Months. Years. And you’re making guesses because at this point I don’t think you’re sure they can even repair the damage, are you doctor?” “Everything I say is speculation, because I’m not a reconstructionist.” “If I wasn’t the heir, what would you be telling me?’ Dr. Rotairn looked towards Kelfer, but Kleet recaptured his attention. “Tell me, the boy you helped bring into this world. Don’t look at my father.” Dr. Rotairn looked down at Kleet, and whatever Kleet saw in the doctor’s face made him pale further. “Kleet, it’s my personal medical opinion that you’ll never fly with that wing again.” Sheleigh saw Kleet swallow and her heart hurt for him. “But I think you should see the reconstructionists and hear what they have to say. We live in a modern age now. We have technological advances we never had before. We have visitors from other planets among us.” The doctor gestured her way. “Perhaps they have knowledge we don’t ...” “We don’t show our wings to outsiders,” Kleet snapped, and she flinched. “If what they know can heal you ...” the doctor let the sentence trail. Kleet’s face twisted in agony. “Because what we know can’t.” “I told you ...” “Yes, I heard you. May. Might. Possibly. You have no guarantees for me. And you can give me no hope.” His words were bitter. Sheleigh tried to give him hope. “Kleet, I hadn’t thought about what USP knows, but surely ten species must know something that can help you.” “You don’t think they’ll guess from seeing me that the population of this planet is winged?” It was said sarcastically. “And what one of them knows they’ll all know.” Sheleigh mentally reared back from his words. Here was an intolerance of others who were different from him that he’d never shown her before. The condescension he put into the words “them” and “they’ll” was chilling. Was he truly prejudiced against other species, or was this his anger at his plight lashing out? Was how she felt now the way the non-wingeds felt? “Then they must know already.” She couldn’t help a little lashing out of her own, now that he made her wonder what he really thought of her as a non-Averan.

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But immediately she knew it had been the wrong thing to say. Her heart told her so, and the four faces who turned horrified eyes to her confirmed it. Kelfer, as the ruler of the planet, spoke first. “You told them we have wings?” “No.” “Then why did you say they know already? We let you into our trust, Sheleigh. Now you tell us you’ve broken it?” “No! I didn’t tell anyone.” She had to do something to remove the look of betrayal from Kleet’s face. “I didn’t like what you said,” she directed this part to Kleet. “About ‘what one of them knows they’ll all know.’ It sounds biased against non-Averans. It smacks of intolerance and prejudice. Since I’m one of ‘them,’ I took affront for all of USP.” “You’re Kleet’s mate, Sheleigh. You’re not one of them.” Kelfer tried to split hairs. “Anyway, we’ve gotten away from what’s important. Kleet, it might not hurt to let our top reconstructionists talk to the visitors in a general way. No one has to mention wings or let visitors look at you. They can discuss aerodynamics from a scientific viewpoint and no one will be the wiser.” “But I need to be able to fly now, not in months or years! I have to fly Sheleigh. It can’t wait! She has to be flown until ...” He broke off and she knew he tried not to admit why he flew her three times a week. “But Kleet, you don’t have to fly me anymore. I love you.” She admitted the truth she’d discovered only yesterday, glad to be able to offer this lifeline in his moment of need. But instead of glorious wonder on his face, his features twisted with derision and revulsion. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I don’t need your pity, Sheleigh.” “Pity!” she sputtered. “It’s not pity. It’s what you wanted. I love you.” “Don’t lie to me because I’m crippled,” he shouted, anger and distaste dripping from his words. She recoiled from the verbal blow. He didn’t believe her! He was throwing her love back in her face. Kelfer stepped into the reverberating silence. “Kleet, listen to your mate. She admitted it to me yesterday ...” “I didn’t fly her yesterday. I was shot down from the sky,” he refuted his father’s words bitterly. “So there’s no way it could have happened yesterday. Do you pity the cripple, too?” Kelfer’s face twisted with grief. “You might be able to fly again. We haven’t even tried the reconstructionists yet.” “You didn’t answer my question, Father. Do you pity the cripple?” Kelfer’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. Lefair’s grip on his arm was white knuckled and her face was strained as she glanced between her mate and son. Finally he said heavily, “You’re my son, my first born child, my heir. I didn’t want something like this to happen to you.” Kleet’s face leeched of all color. “Thank you for the truth at last.” He spoke quietly and tonelessly. “I’d like to be alone now. Dr. Rotairn, would you have the staff turn me over onto my stomach. And would you get Sheleigh her own room, please.” “No, Kleet! I want to stay here with you.” She watched his face twist again. “Doctor, please do as I ask.” “Kleet, your mate ...” Kelfer began, only to be interrupted by his son. “I’ve been wounded. I need to heal. To do that I need peace and quiet. Sheleigh needs peace and quiet, too. She needs her own room. Don’t you want me to get better, Father?”

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Kelfer shut his mouth with a snap, but Sheleigh needed to fight before it was too late. “Kleet, I need to be close to you so that I can get well. Don’t you want me to heal?” He at least looked at her this time, but his eyes held disillusionment and pain. “You’re mistaken, Sheleigh. We all make mistakes.” A chill went through her. He couldn’t mean ... no. He’d said that he loved her. “Doctor, please do as I asked.” Dr. Rotairn left the room. “Kleet,” Lefair cried, “this is terrible. Please reconsider.” Her expression was stricken. “Mother, please go with father now. I’m tired and I need to rest.” Kelfer pulled Lefair with him out the door. Each of them gave their son a last painful look. Sheleigh grabbed the precious moments alone with her mate. “Kleet, I didn’t lie. I love you. I found out yesterday when I held your bloody body in my arms. You’ve got to believe me.” “Please stop it, Sheleigh,” he said in a tired voice. “What you’re saying isn’t possible. You didn’t love me when we left home yesterday morning. Then I didn’t fly you. So I couldn’t have made you love me.” “You loved me before you flew me,” she argued. “That’s different. I wanted you for a long time. I knew you were right for me. You don’t have that knowledge.” “I held out for thirty years before I met you. Don’t tell me I didn’t know you were different from other men. Besides, love grows. It’s what you wanted to happen. A man and woman share their home and their life. They mate and they give each other parts of their hearts. That’s what we’ve done. That’s what I did little by little. I gave you my heart.” His face twisted with hope, but then it hardened. “It’s too late. I’m crippled. I can’t be a mate to you anymore.” Her heart clenched. No! “Your ability to fly doesn’t have anything to do with your ability to love. I can’t fly, but I can love.” “You’re not Averan. Flying is part of who I am. I’m only half alive now. What good am I? I’m as bad as the non-winged.” She sucked in her breath at his intolerance of the non-winged. His attitude was why Avera had a growing problem on its hands. “I’m non-winged.” “You’re human. There’s a difference. You’re the way you’re supposed to be, you’re complete. The non-winged are incomplete.” “According to you, wings are being phased out of your species by a process of natural selection. Theirs is the preferred state. Evolution says so.” “What has that got to do with us?” he demanded. Obviously, she had scored a point in their argument, but at what cost? “What will you tell our non-winged children? Will you tell them they’re less than whole? If they have two eyes, two ears, two hands and two feet will you tell them they’re incomplete because they can’t fly? Will you love them less?” His face contorted in emotional pain, but this was too important to stop because it hurt him. “Will they love their father less, even if he loves them with all his heart, simply because he can’t fly?” “Sheleigh ...” She bulled on determinedly. “Should I stop loving you because you can’t fly? Would you stop loving me if I was hurt and couldn’t walk, or lost an arm or an eye? Would you love me less if I wasn’t perfect in your eyes?” “I’m crippled!”

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“Only in your own mind.” Dr. Rotairn returned with a number of staff. She had only moments left. “Kleet, don’t send me away.” There was pain in his eyes as he stared at her. She hoped she’d reached him. Then he looked down and she knew she’d failed. “I need to be alone, Shel.” As they wheeled her bed out of the room she had one last look at her mate. It was a heartwrenching look at a strong man felled by a terrible blow. He was a pitiable, hopeless wretch. But she loved him. She began to cry as they turned the corner and he was lost from her sight. She cried most of the day and would not be comforted. Her hormones were changing with pregnancy and she still felt the lingering aftereffects of the fight with the anesthetic. She was lonely for her mate, she was in pain and her emotions ricocheted from despair to anger to bewilderment. Why would Kleet go to the extreme of tearing her world apart in order to make her his mate, only to discard her a month later? Now they were bonded and in love, so discarding her would be almost impossible. Why would he do this to her? Her mate was in physical and emotional pain. She needed to be with him to give him love, support and strength. But he’d rebuffed her, refused her, relegated her to the status of expendable. She railed at her physical condition, that at a time when she needed to fight for her man she couldn’t. She would be helpless for weeks, important weeks during which Kleet would withdraw from her and grow used to living without her. No! She couldn’t let that happen. Kleet had dragged her kicking and screaming into Averan society, where she hadn’t wanted to be. But by God, she was here and used to the idea, and she was staying! That thought stopped the tears finally, giving her the strength to face the week alone in the medical center. Lefair was with her and Kleet most of each day. Kelfer came in the evenings. Still, she felt very much alone. On the second day she called Dr. Barazi and asked for work to do. He was relieved to hear from her, since no one had bothered to give him updates on her condition after her ‘accident.’ He was appalled to hear that she and Kleet had been attacked by radicals. She encouraged him to warn their group to be extra careful. She promised to keep him updated and to see if her group could visit her in the Kryszan residence. The week dragged by until she was released to go home. On the landing pad she saw her mate for the first time in a week. Her heart lurched, and then sped up. He was on his feet, unlike her. His right arm was in a sling bound to his chest, probably to protect the wound in his side. He had color in his face once again. He looked much better than the last time she’d seen him. She held out her hand to him and he took it. His touch was thrilling and mate-bond recognition roared through her. It was almost painful, it had been so long. “How do you feel, Shel?” His eyes flickered as emotions raced through him. “If you hadn’t sent me away, you’d know. Don’t I get a kiss hello?” He hesitated, while she held her breath. Then he leaned down, giving her no more than an obligatory peck. She tried to curb her disappointment in order to enjoy the small crumb he’d given her. “I’ve missed you. I was lonely in my exile.” “Shel,” he cautioned. “Don’t think you can silence me. You’re not going to be the first Averan to set aside an unbreakable mate bond. So get it through your thick head. I’m your mate and I’m always going to be your mate.” His face grew stony and she felt him retreat behind a wall of anger. He released her hand, severing all connection to him, and she was bereft once more.

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Then her stretcher was loaded into the transport, and all her concentration became focused on breathing. Her surgical scar was healing beautifully, the doctors told her, but it had only been a week. The incision was still painful and the jostling it had just received shot new daggers into her belly. She closed her eyes. “Be careful with her!” Kleet’s harsh demand broke through the haze of pain. At least he cared what happened to her on some level, if only as a living being. The flight home was swift and smooth, but then came being moved from the transport into her bedroom. At some point as she wallowed in pain she felt Kleet’s hand hold hers. She clutched it, wanting the mate-bond to drive the pain from her mind. Then she felt the soft bed beneath her back and blessed the lack of movement. Lefair stood beside the bed as she dabbed Sheleigh’s face with a cool, damp cloth. “It was too soon for you to be released from the medical center,” Kleet accused. “You’re in no condition to be home. We can’t take care of you here. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll have you transported back there. They’ll hear my opinion about letting you come home.” Sheleigh finally caught her breath. “I’m not going back there.” “You will if I say so.” “There’s nothing they can do for me at the medical center that can’t be done here. I just need to lie in bed until I heal. It won’t hurt this bad much longer.” Kleet gestured to her prone figure. “You’re helpless right now. You can’t even move. There’s no one here to take care of you during the day. I can’t help you right now. No, you can’t stay here.” Lefair turned to him. “I can take care of Sheleigh.” “You have your own life, Mother. I don’t expect you to cancel your appointments to wait on us. Besides, Sheleigh is too heavy for you to move or carry. No, she’s going back to the medical center until she can at least walk on her own.” Sheleigh’s temper flared. She pointed at Kleet. “You’re trying to get me out of your home, not for my sake but for your own. You don’t want to have to look at me. You might realize you’ve made a mistake if you see me once too often, that the separation between us is wrong.” His face became stony. He crossed his arms on his chest. “I won’t change my mind.” “I won’t either. I’m staying where I am. If you try to exert authority over me, I’ll demand my rights as your mate.” Kleet flinched. “Ah, I thought that might persuade you. Your authority over me is all or nothing. You’d better keep that in mind.” Kleet’s cheeks reddened. “I’ll do that.” He gave a stiff bow and stalked away. The room seemed less colorful after he left. “Why did you push him away, Sheleigh?” Lefair asked. “I didn’t. He set the boundaries. I just reminded him what those boundaries were.” She looked at her mother-in-law’s concerned face and reached for her hand. Lefair squeezed it. “Don’t worry, Lefair. I’ll give Kleet the space he needs to be angry about his condition. But when I’m well I’m going to fight for him.” “I hope so. You haven’t been mated very long. Kelfer and I are worried this hardship has come too soon.” “I think both of us need time to heal. Love isn’t something you can turn off, like a water faucet. When Kleet’s less angry he’ll remember that he loves me. I’ll be on my feet by then. There’s nothing more I can do right now.” She yawned, feeling drained of energy from the transfer home.

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Lefair patted her arm. “Go to sleep, dear.” Sheleigh closed her eyes and snuggled into the thick mattress. She felt Lefair cover her with a soft blanket. She had to get well to fight for Kleet.

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Chapter Sixteen Ten days later Kleet went back to work, taking his dark coldness with him. Sheleigh was riddled with guilt at the relief she felt over his absence, but in those ten days his anger and gloom had permeated the residence. When he spoke to h